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THEDRAHATlCPUBLI5hlN6 COMPANY 



SANTIAGO; 



OR, 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE 



A WAR DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS 



JOHN A. FRASER 



AUTHOR OF " A NOBLE OUTCAST," " THE MERRY COBBLER," 
"OUR STARRY BANNER," ETC. 




rW^O COPIES RECEIVED. 



CHICAGO 
THE DRAMATIC PUBI.ISHING COMPANY 



Copyright 1898, by the Dramatic Publishing Company, Chicago. 

Notice.— The professional acting rights of this play are reserved by the 
publishers, from whom written permission must be obtained before perfor- 
mance. All persons giving unauthorized productions will be prosecuted to 
the full extent of the law. This notice does not apply to amateurs, who may 
perform the play without permission. 



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CHARACTERS. 



Capt. Oscar Hutton, U. S, A. In love with Cora Leading juvenile. 

Lieut. Fisk, U. S. A. In love with his duty Juvenile bit. 

Milton Merry, U. S. N. In love with Bess Light comedy. 

Lieut. Cristobal, S. A. In love with soldiering Straight. 

Dr. Harrison, Red Cross H. S. In love with surgtry.. .Straight old man. 
Elmer Walton, banlver. In love with Spanish bonds. 

Character old man. 

Phillip Bassett, his stepson. In love with Ysobel Juvenile. 

Fernando Diaz, Walton's cashier, afterwards S. A. In love with 

Cora Heavy. 

Beverly Brown, Walton's butler, afterwards Red Cross H. S. In love 

with chickens Negro comedy. 

Cornelius Dwyer, Walton's coachman, aftejwards U. S. A. In love 

with "Naygurs" .Jrish Comedy. 

Antonio Carlos, a Cuban planter. In love with Spain. 

Character old man. 
Cora Bassett, Walton's stepdaughter. In love with Oscar... Juvenile. 

Bess Walton, Walton's daughter. In love with Milton Ingenue. 

Ysobel Carlos, Antonio's daughter. In love with Phillip Juvenile. 

American Soldiers, American Sailors, Spanish Soldiers, Guerillas. 



Actual time of playing, two hours. 



SYNOPSIS. 

Act I.— The ball at Walton's, Washington, D. C. Handsome interior. 

Act II.— The Red Cross Hospital. First day's battle of Santiago. 
Exterior. 

Act III.— Scene i.— Interior. Guerilla headquarters i/i the Sierra 
Cobra, near Santiago. Scene 2.— Exterior. The underbrush of the 
Sierra Cobra. Scene 3.— Fight in the mountain pass, second day's 
battle of Santiago. Exterior. 

Act IV.— Hotel Tacon, Santiago, on the night of the surrender. 
Interior. 

Note.— Walton, Dr. Harrison and Carlos may double, easily, and the 
piece be played with nine males, three females. 



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AUTHOR'S NOTES ON PRODUCTION. 

This is one of the easiest military plays that amateurs can 
produce, for a number of reasons. No special scenery is re- 
quired ; every regular theatre in its ordinary equipment has 
every set called for by the manuscript, and, as the scene plots 
will show, novel and pretty effects will be secured. All the 
parts are comparatively short and not one of them is difficult to 
play. The three female parts are of equal strength, and there 
is not a particle of choice between them. The two character 
comedy parts are also equal, and they are very much in evidence 
all through the play. The military and spectacular features are 
very prominent, more so than in any other play within the reach 
of amateurs. 

Thorough and painstaking rehearsal is necessary, because the 
situations are intense and striking, and there must be no hesita- 
tion, either for lines or business, when they are arrived at. The 
battle scenes, particularly, must be gone over again and 
again, with all the details, to make them so smooth as to seem 
like real war from the front of the house. Do not leave any- 
thing to chance. Rehearse until you know you are all right, 
both in your speeches and in your actions. The ends of the 
acts all require hard work, with everybody on the stage who is 
to take part in the performance. 

Cora should be a blonde, Bess brown-haired, and Ysobel a 
decided brunette. Evening dress in the first act may be left to 
the individual taste of the actresses. The nurse dresses for the 
second and third acts should be white, perfectly plain, and with 
the red cross on the left arm, near the shoulder. Nurses' caps 
and white aprons are necessary. For the last act, to carry out 
the patriotic idea, Ysobel should dress in red, Bess in white, 
and Cora in blue — all evening dress. , 

Hutton should look about 30 to 35. He wears infantry uni- 
form all through. His is a strong part and requires an actor of 
some experience. In Act IV. his head is bandaged. 

Lieut. Fisk should look boyish, and he also wears infantry 
uniform. 



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SANTIAGO; 



OR, 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 



ACT I. 

[Scene. — Reception room in Elmer Walton's mansion, 
Washington. Lighted lamp on table, L. C. Piano open. Ele- 
ga7it rugs a7id fur7iittire, bric-d-brac, etc. At rise of ciirtaiu 
Beverly, o-n old negro i7i eveni7ig dress a7id white gloves, is 
discovered tur7ii7ig up light of lamp. Corny, a7i Irish ser- 
va7it, also i7i eve7ii7ig dress, e7iters L. i E.] 

Bev. Well, fo* de Lawd's sake ! [Laughs , poi7iti7ig «/ Corny, 
whose suit is 7nuch too S7nall, short i7i arms a7id legs.] 

Corny. Well, what' the devil is the matter wid you ? [Cross- 
i7ig to c] 

Bev. Oh, look at dat suit — ^jes' nachelly look at it ! 
\Laiighs,'\ 

Corny. Oh, look at that nayg-ur — look at that black naygur. 
[il/(?<:Z'/;z^ Beverly's laugh and pointi7ig at hini.'] 

Bev. Shet yo' head, Irish — shet yo* head. I's no niggah. 
I's a Cubian, dat's what I is. 

Corny. Yer a what? 

Bev. I's a Cubian — dat's what I remarked, you cheap white 
Irish trash. 

Corny. You a Cuban ! Listen to the Jim Crow dhramin' ! 

Bev. I wants yo' to understan' dat I was borned in Cuba ; 
yes, sah, and dat makes me a Cubian ; yes, sah, an' dat's what 
I remarked. 

Corny. Oh, dear! oh, dear! Thin I suppose if you'd been 
born in Hong Kong 'twould have made you a haythen Chinee ! 
\Sits 071 settee, R. C.j 

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Bev. Shet yo' head. Who tole yo' to come in heah, any- 
way ? [At table, L. C] 

Corny. Your boss and mine — Misther Walton. I'm here to 
wait on the guests. ^Swelling.'] 

Bev. \In deep disgicst.'\ You wait on de guests I Yoii ! Yo' 
better go out in de barn, whar yo' belong, an' wait on de bosses. 
Go out an' chew feed to' sick mules — dat's all yo' fit fo', Irish. 

Corny. I'll have your life for that ! \Chases Bev., ivho dodges 
arou7id table a7id around settee. He rutis'tip stairway, L. 2 E., 
followed by Corny. Sounds of a scuffle. Angry voices are 
heard off and Corny falls downstairs, rolling over on stage.'] 

Bev. [After a pause, sticking head out of stairway.] Say, 
Irish — is — is yo' dead ? 

Corny. [Sittijtg up.] No ; I'm only spacheless. 

Walton. \Entering door, R. 3 E.J What is the meaning of 
this noise ? 

Corny. Sure, I jusht fell downstairs, assisted by that black 
naygur that calls himself a Cuban. He butted me like a goat. 
Oh, if I'd only landed on his shins ! 

Walton. yCrossi^ig to C.J This constant quarrelling has 
got to cease or I'll discharge one of you. Now go and attend 
to the front door. That's y.pur place. \^Ex. Corn., L. U. E., 
through arch.] As lor you, Beverly, you mind your own busi- 
ness and let Corny alone. 

Bev. Well, let him keep still callin' niggah. I's no common 
niggah — I's a Cubian, dat's what /is. [Ex. L. i E. Returns.] 
An' dat's what I remarked. [Ex. L. i E.J 

Walton. I wish that Cuban had emigrated before he 
brought on this war — with the Irish. 

Corny, [ Without.] Yis, sor — step inside, sor. 

Walton. Ah, my givests are beginning to arrive. [Looking 
off through arch ?^ Diaz! I'm glad he's come. [Fernando 
Diaz enters through arch.^ You're early, Fernando. Any 
news ? [Shaking hands. Bringijig him dowti C] 

Diaz. Yes. I came early on purpose to tell you that I have 
a cipher cable from Madrid. Spain has resources, hitherto 
unsuspected, both in Paris and Berlin, and the war will be 
pushed with vigor. Spanish 4's, which grew firmer to-day, will 
rise to-morrow, and I advise an early purchase. 

Walton. But I'm carrying half a million of them now, with 
a big loss in the transaction to date. [Sits R. of table, L. c] 

Diaz. Buy another million and recover your loss on this 
rise. [Sits on settee, R. c.J 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. g 

Walton. I'll think about it, and let you know before the 
evening is over. Has anything been heard . of that young 
rascal ? 

Diaz. Nothing. The detectives are quite discouraged. Mr. 
Walton, be guided by my advice for once — don't push this 
prosecution. Remember, he is your stepson. 

Walton. [I^ising.] I remember nothing, sir, except that he 
is a thief— that he has robbed me of over $50,000, and I shall 
punish him as I would any other forger and embezzler. You 
are too tender-hearted, Fernando, with a man who forged your 
name and did all he could to cast the suspicion and fix the 
crime on you. 

Diaz. That is one reason why I ask mercy for him.' Phil- 
lip and I were never friends. He disliked me, and it would 
look vindictive if I should seek to hound him down. 

Walton. That is one reason. The other, and the principal 
one, is his sister, Cora. Eh, Fernando ? [Si/s down again.'] 

Diaz. I certainly feel a great deal of sympathy for Miss 
Bassett — to say nothing of a warmer sentiment. Once more, 
Mr. Walton, in the name of your late wife, the boy's dead 
mother, let me beg of you to search for him no further. [Rises 
during speech and crosses to Walton.] 

Walton. I am determined that if he can be caught he 
shall be punished. My only fear is that he may have left the 
country. 

Diaz. But think of the disgrace to the family if he is tried 
and sent to the penitentiary. 

Walton. Think of the disgrace to me, as a banker and busi- 
ness man, if he is not. 

Diaz. "You have done your duty. You have already ex- 
pended fifteen hundred dollars. 

Walton. I'll get him if it costs fifteen thousand. He 
squandered his share of his mother's fortune in reckless living 
and speculation. Then he began to steal. I'm glad my poor 
wife was wise enough to leave nearly all her money to Cora. 
By the way, how do matters stand between you two ? 

Diaz. I make but little progress — yet I still hope. 

Walton. That's right. A battle's never lost until it's won, 
and I am doing all I can for you. 

Diaz. I know it. Thank you. 

Walton. Who is the dangerous rival ? 

Diaz. Captain Hutton. 

Walton. \Rises,'\ Captain Hutton ! A man with the repu- 



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tation of being the greatest lady-killer in the army ! Surely 
you must be mistaken. Cora couldn't be such a fool. 

Diaz. He is invited here, in spite of his reputation. 

Walton. Yes, I know. One has to invite all sorts of people 
in Washington society. [Hutton appears through archway in 
fatigue uniform. Aside.] The deuce! Here he is. \^Aloud.'\ 
Good-evening, Captain. We were just talking about you. [Bus, 
of hand-shaking. Hutton c, Diaz R., ^^^i' Walton l. of him,'\ 

Hutton. Nothing to my detriment, I hope ? 

Diaz. Oh, no ! We were only wondering how soon you 
would be ordered to Cuba. 

Hutton. The order has been given. We leave for Tampa 
immediately, and I have called to say good-bye instead of remain- 
ing to enjoy Mr. Walton's hospitality. 

Walton. The ladies will be downstairs in a few minutes. 
So you are really off at last ? 

Hutton. Yes, at last. 

Diaz. And you look for an easy victory, I suppose ? [Sjieer- 
ing. Sitting on settee.] 

Hutton. That is a subject on which I do not care to express 
an opinion to Sefior Fernando Diaz. 

Diaz. Oh, don't be delicate. I have lived in this country 
for fifteen years, off and on. 

Hutton. Yes, but you are not yet a citizen — you remain a 
Spanish subject. 

Diaz. Still, I'm not narrow-minded. If I think the United 
States has made a mistake in forcing this war, why, I think in 
good company. Any banker will tell you 

Walton. That it's an interference in matters that don't con- 
cern us, a waste of money and a terrible disturbance to busi- 
ness. [Sits R. of table, L. C] 

Hutton. Business be hanged ! Two hundred and fifty- 
eight American sailors were foully murdered in Havana Bay, 
and the American people are going to avenge that crime if 
they have to suspend business till after they've done it ! 

Walton. That's all sentiment. 

Hutton. Of course it's sentmient. It was sentiment that 
declared for independence in 1776. It was sentiment which 
declared that a British crew should not search an American 
ship in 1812. It was sentiment which declared that the 
shackles should fall from the limbs of three millions of slaves 
in this land of the free. And it is sentiment which now cries 
out, " Remember the Maine ! " 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. II 

Diaz. [Rises.] It is not sentiment, however, which will 
cause Europe to interfere in Spain's behalf and crush America's 
new-born ambition to rob my country of her island colonies. 
Self-interest — self-defence — will prompt the powers to call a 
halt. 

Hutton. If the continental powers dare to interlere with 
anything this country wins in honorable warfare, the powers 
will have cause to regret it. 

Diaz. What great event will happen then, Captain ? [Snt'cr- 
ing.\ 

Hutton. The triumphant navies of the United States and 
England will sweep the seas, and dictate the peace and com- 
merce of the world. [Diaz laughs and sits down.] 

Walton. But if England should maintain a discreet neu- 
trality ? 

Hutton. By the time this war is over we'll be able to whip 
all Europe, single-handed, on the seas. As for invading Amer- 
ica, there are a thousand ways (or a foreign army to get in, but 
not one by which to get it out again. 

Walton. If enthusiasm would annihilate armies and navies, 
Captain, the government need only attend carefully to your 
health, and keep you constantly in commission, to be quite 
invincible. [Ladies heard laughing o^ L. 2 E.J 

Hutton. There are the young ladies now. [Cora, Yso. a?id 
Bess enter by staircase, L. 2 E. Cross to C.J 

Cora. Why, Captain Hutton — in fatigue uniform ? [Giving 
her hand.'] 

Hutton. We've the word to move at last, Miss Bassett, so 
I'm in marching order. We leave to-night. 

Bess. Oh, that hateful old Miles ! Sending you off to-night 
when you're engaged to me for two waltzes. 

Cora. Let me present you to my Cuban iriend, Miss Ysobel 
Carlos. [Yso. a7id Hut. bow.'] Oh — and Mr. Diaz is here — I 
almost overlooked you. Mr. Diaz, Miss Carlos. [A glance of 
recognition passes betiveen Diaz and Yso. She bows very 
coldly.] 

Yso. [C.J Sefior Diaz and I have met before — in Cuba. 

Diaz. I seem to remember you, Sefiora — but 

Yso. Let me refresh your recollection, Sefior. It was you 
who visited my father's plantation, near Santiago, and telling 
him that you represented a syndicate of wealthy American 
sympathizers with the cause of Cuba Libre, offered to loan him 
money on his property, with which to aid our struggling 



12 SANTIAGO; OR, 

patriots. The papers were signed and the money paid. You 
left the plantation, but in less than an hour my father was ar- 
rested and the money stolen by Spanish guerilla soldiers. 
Strange — wasn't it ? 

Diaz. [R. C.J Poor Senor Carlos — what a misfortune ! 

Yso. That was more than two years ago, and he hasbeen a 
prisoner ever since. At the time we did not suspect your good 
faith, but afterwards other wealthy patriots, who were too old 
to fight but still wished to do their share for Cuba Libre, were 
drawn into the same trap i)y you. They were also imprisoned 
and the money stolen. 

Diaz. I simply pursued my business as a financial agent. 
What followed was none of my affair. 

Yso. Perhaps not, but for all that my people in Cuba call 
you a treacherous Spanish spy and the tool of Weyler the 
Butcher. \^Goes up with Cora and Hutton.] 

Bess. \Aside.\ What awful names they call that dear, 
good, patient man ! [Goes up, meeting Milton Merry as 
he enters through arch. She shakes hands with him and 
they join Cora, Yso. and Hutton. Merry is in full dress 
uniforjn of naval cadet. After pantoininic conversatioti, Cora 
and Hutton ex. door R. 3 E. ; Bess, Yso. a7td Merry at 
window.^ 

Walton. I wasn't aware that you and Cora's protege were 
acquainied. yStill seated. \ 

Diaz. \Crossing to Walton.] Nor I. Carlos is by no means 
an uncommon name, and I never thought ot connecting this 
girl with the daughter of Antonio Carlos. What brings her to 
Washington ? 

Walton. Oh, like all the rest of these Cubans, she has a 
"mission." She is raising funds and enlisting nurses to equip 
an insurgent hospital on her father's place. 

Diaz. With the Spanish in control at Santiago /shall prob- 
ably have something to say about that. It was my own money 
that was loaned to Carlos, and as the interest has never been 
paid I can forfeit the property whenever I choose. 

Walton. Cora and Bess are deeply interested in the hospi- 
tal idea. Cora has given money, and both the girls want to 
go as nurses. \Rises.\ 

Diaz. And you ? 

Walton. Have promptly put my foot down on that. I have 
no sympathy with this stupid form of hysteria which people 
call patriotism. But come, Fernando, I want to talk to you about 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 1 3 

that boy, Phillip. {Takes him R.] I have an idea he has gone 
to the Klondike. [Ex. R. i E.] 

Diaz. {Aside.'] I heartily hope he has. {Ex. R. i E.J Bess, 
Yso. and Merry have been up at witidow. They now come 
do'W7l.^^ 

Bess. If Cora marries that Diaz, I'll cut her off my visiting 
list. 

Merry. Don't be alarmed, Miss Bess — she won't. No true 
American girl would marry a sneaking Spaniard. {Sits on set- 
tee, R. C] 

Yso. [C] He is a rascal. Of that I am sure. A spy for 
Spain and a thief for himself. He shared the plunder with the 
soldiers after they robbed my father, and doubtless made that a 
practice during his trip through Cuba, two years ago. 

Bess. Father should know of this. {Fixing the lamp shade 
071 table. '\ 

Yso. And I intend that he shall. Through Fernando Diaz 
my father has been a prisoner in El Morro de Santiago for two' 
years, and I hate him. 

Merry. Never mind, Miss Carlos— w^'// get the old gentle- 
man out of trouble, for we'll blow El Morro to pieces. 

Bess. We ? What have you got to do with it ? [Somewhat 
startled.^ 

Merry. My uncle, the senator, has got things fixed at last, 
and I'll be gazetted third lieutenant of the Gloucester to-mor- 
row. 

Bess. Thank goodness, you're going to Cuba. Oh ! I'm so 
glad ! 

Merry. Oh, you're glad I'm going. [Rises.] Very well, 
Miss Walton, I hope I'll get killed. 

Bess. {Crosses to him.] Oh, no — don't get killed — ^just 
wounded, [Ysobel drops down to table and sits.\ 

Merry. No— I'd sooner be killed, much sooner. 

Bess. But if you get killed I can't nurse you. All I can do 
then is to \vater your grave with my tears, and cry till my nose 
IS all red and I look like a fright. There's nothing romantic 
about a girl with a red nose. 

Merry. Unless she's a lovely red Indian heroine in a Feni- 
more Cooper novel. 

Yso. Seriously, Mr. Merry, Bess returns with me to Cuba 
as a nurse in my Clara Barton hospital. Possibly Cora will go, 
too. 

Bess. But don't say a word to papa about it. He doesn't 



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know we've made up our minds yet, and there's apt to be 
trouble when he is told we're going. 

Merry. Oh, I see. You're going in for nursing, and invite 
rne to get myself wounded so that you can practise on me. 
How nice ! 

Bess. Isn't it ? Oh, I think it will be just lovely I 

Merry. Delightful — for you. 

Cora. [Appearing at door, K. 2) '£^-] Ysobel, Captain Hutton 
wants to ask you a question. 

Yso. About my hospital ? Certainly. [Ex. door, R. 3 E.] 

Merry. [After watching her ojf.] Thank heaven ! 

Bess. What tor ? 

Merry. She's gone. Now, Bess ■ 

Bess. Who gave you leave to call me Bess ? 

Merry. Nobody. Took it. Had to do it. Going-away and 
have so much to say to you that I've got to economize time by 
dropping the " Miss." 

Bess. Oh, indeed 

Merry. In about a week. 

Bess. In about a week ! [Laughs.] W^ell, in about two 
weeks you may call me Bess. Until then, don't forget your 
manners. Tra la la la. [Sings and waltzes.] 

Merry. Now don't tease — please don't — not to-night. We 
may never meet again. 

Bess. No such luck — bad luck, I mean. 

Merry. Now please listen — I've been in love with lots of 
girls before 

Bess. You must have begun real young 

Merry. I did — I hadn't been at Annapolis a month before I 
was head over ears, 

Bess. How many sweethearts have you had ? 

Miriy. Eleven — but 

Bess. Eleven ! Eleven ! 

Merry. That's all, but 

Bess. All but ! You should have been a Mormon, Mr. 
Merry. 

Merry. Yes — a Merry Mormon. But I was never really in 
love till I met you, Bess, honestly. 

Bess. Oh, you want me to be number twelve ! [Lauohs.\ 
No — I'm afraid you're too fickle for me. I hate fickle people. 

Merry. Oh, honestly, I'm as true as steel, /wasn't fickle — 
it was the girls, 

Bess. I see. You've been run over by Love's chariot eleven 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 1 5 

times, and now offer me the mangled remains ot your heart. 
{Laughs and sits on settee. \ I'm afraid you've been a little 
too promiscuous in your attentions. 

Merry. Yes ; but think of all the experience I've had. Why, 
I can drive a shying horse with one hand. Every time I try to 
turn up the gas it goes out by accident, and I never carry 
matches. 

Bess. Oh, but that isn't all. Of course, economizing the gas 
bill is very praiseworthy 

Merry. Isn't it .'' And yet I've known the fathers of some of 
my sweethearts to raise an awful rumpus when I was only look- 
ing out for their own interests. 

Bess. Some people are so — so — bigoted. [Comy re-eiiters 
unobserved through arch.^ 

Merry. [Drops on his hnees.] Oh, Bess, don't send me 
away to the war without something to lend me courage. [Bev. 
re-enters unobserved, L. i E.] 

Corny. [Aside.'] An illegant thing for the courage is a sup 
of whiskey. 

Merry. Say you'll wait for me until the struggle's over, and 
that if I come back safe and sound, with no discredit to my 
name, you'll marry me. 

Bev. [Aside.] Listen to dem chilluns talking about marry- 
in' ! Gee, Lordy ! 

Bess. Well, of course, it's awfully nice to be engaged if you 
are both living in the same town, and all that— but — — . [Sees 
Corny. Screams. Jumps up.] 

Bev. [Rushing at {^QXTL'Y. Getoutofheah — get out of heah. 
How dast yo' stand heah an' listen to private conve'sashun .? 
Bess and Merry make a rapid exit through arch, Merry shak- 
ing his fist.] 

Corny. The divil a private there was in that. Sure anybody 
wid ears could hear him. 

Bev. Yo' go right back to yo' job at de do', an' deceive 
de guests. Yo' is under my orders inside de house. Yes, 
sah. 

Corny. Under your orders ? 

Bev. Yes, sah, dat's what I said an' dat's what I remarked. 
Now go on. 

Corny. Not one step on your orders — [Defiantly, Cora 
opens door, R. 3 e.] — but merely because it's me jooty. [Ex. 
through arch. Cora enters.] 

Cora. Beverly, will you tell papa I'd like to see him alone 



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for a minute ? He's in the library with Mr. Diaz. [Ex. Bev., 
R. I E.] I may as well tell him first as last. I'm of age and my 
own mistress, anyway. 

Diaz. \Re-entering R. i E.] How charming you look this 
evening, Miss Bassett. 

Cora. I'm sorry I can't return the compliment, Mr. Diaz. 
You look very much worried. 

Diaz. I am. Shall I tell you why ? 

Cora. Oh, I'm not at all inquisitive. \Arranges chair R. of 
table to sit down, but stops as he finishes next speech and 
faces him.~\ 

Diaz. But I am going to tell you, for all that. 1 am worried 
about you. 

Cora. About me .? How do my affairs interest you ? 

Diaz. How can you ask .'' You already know that I am 
madly in love with you, and, it is only natural that I should be 
jealous of your good name. 

Cora. You are talking Greek. I don't understand you. 
[Hutton enters door,^. ^Y..\ 

Diaz. Then I'll be plain. Captain Hutton is a dangerous 
man. For a woman to meet him in secret, and the fact to be- 
come known, is sufficient to ruin her reputation forever. 

Cora, Go on, sir. 

Diaz. For the past two weeks you have been meeting him 
secretly at an obscure hotel where there was little chance of 
youcj^eing recognized. 

Cora. Well? 

Diaz. That fact having become known to me it may to 
others. There is only one course open to you. You must 
have a husband to shield you against the scandal which will 
follow. I otfer you the protection of my name. 

Cora. [Slaps his face.] There is my answer. [Hutton 
comes down C. betweoi them.'] 

Hutton. [Passing her up stage.] Leave him to me. 

Diaz. You ! 

Hutton. Yes, I. I could not avoid witnessing what passed 
between you and Miss Bassett a moment ago'. To the stinging 
rebuke which she administered I have only to add that you are 
a cowardly liar, and that you have slandered the best and 
purest girl alive. 

Diaz. Do you deny the meetings ? 

Hutton. At present I am not answerable to you. 

Diaz. You don't dare to answer. 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 1/ 

Hutton. [Strikes him in the face with his gloves.'] Demand 
an answer to that. 

Diaz. I do. That insult calls for your i)lood or mine, and 
without delay. [Goes R.] 

Cora. [C] Oscar, if you love me, kill that cur. [Pointing- 
at Bi&z.] 

Hutton. I intend to. Now retire while I arrange matters. 
Don't tear for me, darling. {Conducting her to door, R. 3 E., 
Diaz crosses L. above table.] 

Cora. I am not afraid. See me before — before you meet 
him. \Ex. door, R. 3 E.] 

Hutton. Now, sir, my time is short. I suggest that you 
drive to the club, secure a friend and return here for me. The 
terms can be arranged between our seconds on the way to the 
ground. 

Diaz. Anything to secure speedy satisfaction. [Ex. throtigh 
arch. As Hutton turns to go R. door, Phillip appears \t 
window. He is in private s infantry uniform.] 

Phil. Hist ! Captain ! [Puts his rifle through window.] 

Hutton. Good heavens, Phillip^ — you must be mad to come 
here. 

Phil. [Gets through window.] No, not mad — on duty. 
Captain. [Salutes.] 

Hutton. But it your stepfather finds you here you will be 
arrested. 

Phil. Had to risk it. Captain. The major wanted this note 
delivered, and as he knew I was youi dog he sent me with it. 
[Hands note.] 

Hutton. [Opens note and reads.] "We take train an hour 
earlier. Compelled to recall your leave." [Looks at watch.] 
Can't help it. I must stay to fight that fellow at any cost. 
[Aloud.] Get back to your company at once and tell the ma'or 
I'll catch the regiment at the depot. 

Phil. Can't I say good-bye to Sis ? 

Hutton. [Up L.] No — it's too dangerous. Mr. Walton 
may be here at any minute. [As Phil, goes to window Cora 
and Ysohel enter door R. 3 E. and see him.] 

Cora. Phillip ! 

Phil. Sis ! [They embrace, up R. Tenderly to Ysobel.] 
Are you afraid of me, Ysobel ? 

Yso. You know I'm not, Phillip. [Gives her hands.] 

Cora. [Nervously.] My dear, dear brother — you must go 
— father 



1 8 SANTIAGO ; OR, 

Phil. {They all work down slage.] Don't call him that, 
Sis. He has never been a father to me. I have only three 
friends in the world — Ysobel, you and Captain Hutton, and, 
please heaven, I'll repay all your kindness and care of me by 
wipmg out the stain upon my name, in the service of my coun- 
try. [//<? is c. wll/i Ysobel, between Cora and Hutton. J 

Hutton. I know you will, my boy — I'm sure of it. Private 
Redbank will be heard from if an opportunity offers. 

Phil. Thank you, Captain. \Shakes hands.'\ From this 
time on it's Private Redbank and Captain Hutton, with no allu- 
sion to the past. I know my duty and, God helping me, I'll do 
it till I fall with my face to the foe. 

Hutton. I'm sorry you didn't find time to prepare that 
statement of your shortage in the bank. The day might come 
when your sister could use it in your favor. 

Phil. I've got it. {Handing pape7' to Cora, as they turn to 
go up.'\ There it is, Sis — I sat up all last night to finish it, and 
it's correct within a hundred dollars, one way or the other. 

Walton. \Heard off^. i e.] Then you must leave, for I'll 
not discharge Corny Dwyer. 

Hutton. Mr. Walton — quick — the window ! [Bess heard 
laiighijig off through arch.'] 

Cora. Too late. Behind the piano ! [Phil, hides behind 
piano, screened by Cora and Ysobel. Waltcn and Bev. enter 
R. I E. Bess eind Merry enter through arch. During suc- 
ceeding speeches CQX2i picks up Phil.'s rijle and smuggles it to 
hijfi behiftd piajio, unobserved.] 

Bev. I's powerful sorry you's got to lose my services, sah, 
but I's a Cubian, I is, an' I don't stan' fo' bein' called niggah 
by dat Irishman, nohow. 

Walton. I don't suppose we'll have to close up the house 
when you leave. Now go and attend to your duties. 

Bev. Yes, sah. {Crosses and exits L. i E. Returns at en- 
trance.] I don't stan' fo' it nohow, sah — dat's what I remarked. 

{Ex. L. I E.J 

Walton. Where is Diaz ? {Sitting R. of tabl'e. Cora conies 
dow7i and bends over his chair.] 

Hutton. {Comijig down with Merry, Ysohel ^;/<'/ Bess up 
at wijidow.] He has driven to the club, but will return in a 
few minutes. [Hutton has been earnestly pantomiming con- 
versation with IIL^YVJ from the inojnent he entered with 
Aside to himi\ May I depend on you ? {As they sit R. C.J 

Merry. Is an apology impossible ? 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. I9 

Hutton. Out of the question. 

Merry. Then I'll do my best. Ten paces, turn and fire. I 
never saw a duel, but I've read " The Field of Honor." 

Hutton. He'll probably bring an experienced second, [y^// 
this is asideS\ 

Walton. [Aside.] Cora, you know my wishes regarding 
Mr. Diaz. 

Cora. It is no use urging me, father. I don't like Mr. Diaz 
— I hate him. 

Walton. You think he has been instrumental in my pursuit 
of your brother. On the contrary, he has done all in his power 
to induce me to drop the prosecution. 

Cora. Then I think you are hard and cruel to ruin poor 
Phillip for the sake of a few paltry hundreds, which I would 
have paid long ago if I had only known the amount. [Diaz re- 
turns through arch.] 

Walton. Paltry hundreds ? His defalcation reaches away 
up into the tens of thousands, and the money was secured 
mainly by drafts on New York, bearing the forged signature of 
Diaz, as cashier. Diaz. 

Diaz. What is it, sir ? 

Walton. What is the total of Phillip Bassett's default ? 

Diaz. $49,971. 

Phil. [Coming fro7}i behind piano.] That is a lie. [Has 
rifle.] 

Everybody. Phillip ! 

Phil. [Coming down C] Yes, Phillip! And I repeat, that 
statement is a lie ! I was fool enough and weak enough to 
use about $2,000 of the funds in my charge to protect margins 
which were afterwards wiped out. But if there is any such 
shortage as $50,000 in Walton's Bank, I have been made a 
scapegoat for another man — and I charge Fernando Diaz with 
being the real thief. [Points at him. Band^ bugle band or 
dritm corps heard off in the distance, coming closer.] 

Diaz. That is false. Your forgeries are too clumsy to help 
you. 

Cora. Here is a true statement of the amounts Phillip took, 
and the purposes for which they were used. 

Walton. Lies — all lies. — Hold him till I telephone tor the 
police. \YA2JL starts for YMW.]' 

Phil. Stand back ! I was on sentry duty this evening, 
and this gun is loaded. [Backs up to ivijidow. Band is seen 
to pass window, followed by companies. Phil, gets through 



20 SANTIAGO; OR, 

wittdo'w.'] Here's my company. Good-bye, Ysobel, God bless 
you ! [Falls in ivith passing company. Ysobel crying, Cora 
and Bess go lip to window ajid wave him good-bye with hand- 
kerchiefs. Merry touches Diaz on shoulder.'] 

Merry. We are ready. [Cora turns and sees this.] 

Diaz. There are two carriages at the door. \Going L. 

U. E.] 

Merry. \To Hutton.] Come, Hutton. 
Cora. Oscar ! [Into his arms.] 
Hutton. Darling ! 

[During this the soldiers have continued inarching past the 
window and the music has grown fainter and fainter.] 



Passing regiment 



^\ Q O Ysobel. 

V^ Bess. 



Merry. Q Diaz, 
Cora. O O Hutton. 



n 



Walton. D ^r.^ . 



o 




Bev. O 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 21 



ACT II. 

[Scene. — The Carlos plaiiiaiion, near Santiago de Cuba. 
Foliage borders. Cuban flag on flagstaff with Red Cross flag 
above it. Lights full up at rise. CoYSi and Bess discovered 
up at gate looking off R. They wear white dresses, white 
nurses' caps and aprons, and have the red cross on the 
shoulder.^^ 

Cora. No sign of her yet. Oh, why did she insist upon 
undertaking such a perilous journey? {They come down to 
table, C] 

• Bess. Because there's no knowing what these treacherous 
Spanish guerillas may do. We must have a guard, either of 
Cubans or our own dear boys, to protect the poor fellows under 
our care. \Sits \.. of table!] 

Cora. But there was no real need for Ysobel to go alone. 
Enrico, Pedro, or any of them, could have got to Shafter's lines 
just as easily as she. 

Bess. No, Cora. If the Spaniards caught any of the men 
they would probably shoot them. Disguised as a peasant, 
Ysobel is much more likely to make the journey in salety. 

Cora. The wretches have murdered the sick and wounded 
in hospitals, and killed women and little children before this. 
Why should they hesitate now ? 

Bess. Because there are twenty thousand American soldiers 
on Cuban soil, and the Spanish don't dare to let loose their 
brutal instincts for fear of the grim vengeance that would 
follow. 

Dr. Harrison. [Enters from house.] Well, nurse, we've 
lost another poor fellow. 

Cora. Who ? 

Dr. H. Jose Prospero. He died five minutes ago. Starva- 
tion and exposure have done their deadly work at last. His 
wound would have been a mere trifle if he had only had a little 
strength left to throw off the fever. 

Bess. He was such a good patient, too — so obedient and 
grateful for all we did. Poor Jose. 



22 * SANTIAGO ; OR, 

Cora. Are there any other critical cases, Doctor ? [They 
are in a group, L. C.J 

Dr. H. No. I'm glad to say that, thanks to the intelligent 
and tender nursing you ladies are giving them, the others are in 
a fair way to recover. 

Bess. That's good, Doctor. But nursing isn't half the fun 
I thought it would be. I've grown so accustomed to the sight 
of blood and suffering that I really believe I could chop a 
chicken's head off, now, without quivering a single quiver. 

Bev. [Entering with a bag over shoulder, R. i E.] Chick- 
ens .^ Is yo' talkin' about chickens ? 

Cora. Why, Beverly, where have you been ? 

Bev. I's been out foragin', Missy. Yes'm. Foragin' — 
dat's what I remarked. I's a Cubian, I is, an' I wasn't agwan 
to see dem po' brudder Cubians dyin' fo' de want o' chicken 
soup. No, ma'am. [R.]c.]^ 

Bess. But you didn't come to me- for any money, Beverly. 
[Sitting K. of table.'] 

Bev. Money ? Oh, sho ! g'long — what does a dahk com- 
plected Cubian want with money when it's chickens he's aftah ? 

Cora. [L. C.] Beverly, you've been stealing. [ Very se- 
verely.] 

Bev- Stealin' .? Me steal? No, ma'am — I's been foragin' 
— des nachelly foragin', dat's all. What's mo', I brung dem 
chickens. [Opens bag a?id pulls out live chickens. Lets them 
escape.] Hold on — hold on, Janiwerry ! [Chasing chicketis.] 
You little fool — does you want dem Spaniels to git yo' ? 
[Chases chickens off\.. 3 E.J 

Dr. H. Where did you pick up that specimen, nurse ? 
[Sits L. of table.] 

Cora. He was a servant in our house in Washington for 
years, and when Bess and I left home he came with us. 

Dr. H. You'll excuse me lor saying it, but I've often won- 
dered what induced you and your sister to come to Cuba. 

Cora. [Leaning against middle of table.] Bess is my step- 
sister. Doctor, and the story is not a pleasant one. My brother 
was in trouble, and in danger of arrest. Instead of running 
away from Washington he remained in hiding there, aided by 
a friend of mine in the army who eventually enlisted him, under 
an assumed name. The cashier of my stepfather's bank mis- 
construed my meetings with my brother and our good friend, 
and made a cruelly false charge against me. The consequence 
was a duel, in which the cashier was badly wounded by my 



FOR THE RED. WHITE AND BLUE. 23 

army friend, and in the unpleasantness which followed Bess 
sided with me against her father. Ysobel interested us in the 
Red Cross work, and here we are. 

Dr. H. That is romantic enough, surely. 

Bess. Oh, Cora's always having something romantic happen 
to her. Nobody ever tought a duel for me. [Merry, ivith a 
pa7'ty of ten sailors, enters L. u. E. They march to gate and 
come down.] And I'm- just dying lor a little romance. 

Cora. Look ! [Pointing to sailors.] 

Bess. Our guard! Oh, lovely. I wonder if their officer is 



nice 



Merry. Halt ! [Sailors halt, L. c. Merry turns.] What ! 
Bess ! 

Bess. Oh — Milton ! [Runs to him, L. C. Gives hitn both 
her hands.] I'm so glad it's you. 

Merry. And I'm so glad it'sj^w. And Miss Bassett, too ! 
[Crossing to C. and shaking hands.] Well, who would ever 
have thought of finding you two here ? 

Bess. Oh, you didn't come to see me ? 

Merry. I cannot tell a lie, I didn't know you were in Cuba. 
We are on our way to General Shafter with important informa- 
tion, and the boys are tired and hungry. We saw by the flag 
that this was a Cuban hospital, so we thought we'd stop here to 
rest and get a bite to eat. 

Bess. Dr. Harrison, this is Lieut. Merry — an old friend of 
ours. 

Dr. H. [Shakijig hands.] So I perceive. Glad to know 
you. 

Bev. [Re enters.with a pair of chickens in each hand.] 
Dey cain't git away now, 'cause dey legs is tied. Well, fo' de 
Lawd's sake ! [Looks at sailors. Sees Merry.] An' if it ain't 
Mars Milton ! Well, bress my black soul ! [Drops the chick- 
ens and shakes hajtds. Bess and Cora go R.J 

Merry. What are you doing here, Beverly .? 

Bev. I always tole yo' I was a Cubian, didn't I ? Yo' done 
heard me remark dat befo' ? 

Merry. I believe I did. [Down c] 

Bev. Well, I's quartermaster in de Cubian army an' in 
charge of dis yer hospital. I kinder shaperoons de young 
ladies and attends to de cookin' — yes, sah. You des ought to 
see me in mah unicorn — I's fairly gorgeous. Yes, sah. 

Cora. Do you think you could give these men something to 
eat, Beverly ? 



24 



SANTIAGO ; OR, 



He's all right ! 
I's a Cubian, 
[Sailors 



sot. 



Bev. Could I ? What's de mattah with fresh bread, sweet 
taters. coffee an' fried chicken ? Eh, boys ? 
Sailors. What's the matter with Beverly ? 
Be 7. [Picks lip chicke?is.] Den foller me. 
I is, an' a Yankee sailor is de bes' friend 1 
chef?'.] 

Merry. Break ranks. [Sailors ex. ivith Bev. into hoiise.\ 
Cora. Doctor, don't you think we'd better see that the boys 
are comfortable ? 

Dr. H. [Glancing meaningly at Merry and Eess, then at 
Cora.] Nurse, when it comes to making people co?nfortable 
you have no equal. [They ex. into house.] 
Well .? 

Well ? 
Is that all you've got to say ? 

Is that 3i\\ you've got to say ? 
Do you know what's the matter with you, Milton 



[Sits on table. 
a fact. 



Are 



Looks aroiDid.'] 
you scared ? 
they seem. You can't 
looking. [Holding up 
What are you look- 



Merry. 
Bes. 
Me.ry. 
Bess. 

^lerry ? 

Merry. No. What is it ? 

Bess. You talk too much. 
We're all alone. 

Merry. [Looks around.] That's 

Bess. No. But you seem to be. 

Merry. Things are seldom what 
scare me. 

Bess. [Archly.] There's nobody 
her face to be kissed.] 

Merry. [Looks around.] Not a soul, 
ing up there for ? 

Bess. Something I haven't got, stupid. 

Me ry. Can I get it for you 1 

Bess. You've got it, but you won't give it to me, you hateful 
thing. [Looking up.] 

Merry. [Aside.] I wonder whether she'd get mad if I 
kissed her ? Well, I don't care if she does. [Kisses her.] 

Bess. [Looks at him. Looks up again.] More ! [He 
kisses her again. Same bus. repeated?^ More ! [He kisses 
her again.] And you told me you'd had eleven sweethearts, 
could drive a shying horse with one hand, and always turned 
out the gas by accident when you went to turn it up. You're 
a fraud, Milton Merry. A Merry deceiver. 

Merry. I admit it. That was all a jolly. I made it up. 
But I've quit lying, Bess — you are the only girl I ever kissed. 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 2$ 

\^Laughs.\ Now you've gone too far on the other 
tack. I can't believe that. 

Merry. It's the solemn truth. I never had nerve enough to 
make love to a girl till I saw you. All I told you I picked up 
from the other fellows at Annapolis, 

B3SS. Vou were only bragging ? \Gets off table. ^ 

Merry. That's all. You are the only girl 1 ever really 
wanted to kiss. I love you. 

Bess. Then kiss me again. \^He does so. She puis first 
one oj his arms and then the other around her.] There. 
Isn't that nice ? 

Merry. Heavenly ! I'll stop here and starve to death, but 
I'll die happy. 

Bess. Oh, you poor fellow ! I can smell that chicken frying 
— come along. 

Merry. \Detaining her.] Wait a minute. 

Bess. What for .? 

Merry. This. \^Takes ring ojff his finger and puts it on 
hers.] There. Now — are we engaged .'* 

Bess. Well, if we're not, these proceedings have been 
highly improper, and I'd better get what Beverly calls a " sha- 
peroon." {They ex. into house laughiiig. Diaz enters R. u. E., 
with a lieutenant carrying a flag of truce ; eight soldiers car- 
rying stretchers follow. Men ift the four stretchers. All 
Spanish guerillas.] 

Diaz. {After leading them down and across R.] Halt ! 
\They halt.] Our information seems to be correct. The place 
is unguarded. Our object is to get inside and, after disposing 
of these Cuban dogs, to take possession. No quarter, remem- 
ber. Let none escape. Kill them all, but use the steel, as we 
have only a few rounds of ammunition left. 

Lieut. Cristobal. What about the women ? [c. with Diaz.j 

Diaz. It they're pretty, deal gently with them. The head 
nurse is Cora Bassett, and she is my prize. You may take your 
pick of the others, [Lieut. C. salutes. Dr. H. and Cora 
enter from house.] 

Cora. Diaz here ! {^Turns to retreat.] 

Diaz. Wait, A'liss- Bassett, \Crosses L,] You wouldn't be 
so unkind as to turn your back on an old friend, [Offers his 
hand. She puts hers behind her.] 

Cora. You were never a friend of mine. Captain Diaz. 

Diaz. You are right — friendship faintly expresses what I 
have always felt for you. Who is in charge here .? 



26 SANTIAGO ; OR, 

Dr. H. I am chief surgeon, [0;^ the steps.] 

Diaz. I have brought you some patients. 

Dr. H. We haven't sufficient accommodations for our own 
sick and wounded, sir. The hospital is overcrowded now. 

Diaz. You refuse to receive my men ? 

Dr. H. I am compelled to. 

Diaz. Then I shall take possession in the name of Spain. 

Cora. You can't. We are under the protection of the Inter- 
national Red Cross, and this building is sacred? 

Diaz. This building is mine. You have occupied it without 
my consent. Lieut. Cristobal, haul down those rags and run 
up the Spanish flag. [Lieut. ,C. salutes and goes to fiagstaff 
as Diaz crosses R.j 

Cora. {^StoppinglA^vX. ^.\ Stop! [Poijiting.'] There flies 
the ensign of humanity. There floats the banner of freedom. 
You shall not displace them for the red symbol of cruelty and 
the yellow emblem of tyranny. 

Diaz. [R. Latcghs.] Who'll prevent it ? Up, men ! \Men 
on stretchers jump up and fall in line.] 

Cora.* Treachery ! Inside, Doctor. [She runs into house 
followed by Dr. H., closing door.] 

Diaz. [Laughs.] That's where I want you, my dear. 
You're mine now and nothing can save you. [Goes to flagstaff 
to lower flags. Merry and sailors enter L. i E.] 

Merry. Give it to them, lads. " Remember the Maine I " 
[Sailors fire. Spaniards yell and run offK. 2 E. with Diaz, 
Sailors cheer.] They're on the run, lads. Keep them going. 
Charge ! [Sailors cheer and follow Merry ^R. 2 E. Shouts 
and shots are heard, R. Cora, BeSS and'Qx. H. re-enter from 
house. Ysobel enters R. u. E.] 

Cora. Ysobel ! [Yso. staggers. Cora ctnd Dr. H. go up 
a7id catch her.] What has happened ? 

Yso. [Supported by Dr. H.] The Spaniards ! They pur- 
sued me. They are in force. This firing will bring them down 
upon us. 

Cora. Did you reach Shafter's lines ? 

Yso. Yes. He promised us immediate help. The Amer- 
icans are moving forward. 

Cora. Then we'll defend our wounded till aid arrives. We 
have arms and ammunition, and I, for one, am not afraid to use 
them. [Comes down.] 

Yso. Nor I. [Follows Cora down.] 

Nor I ; and if they hurt Milton Merry let them look out. 



FOK THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 27 

Dr. H. You are three brave girls and you may depend on 
me. 

Bev. [R. C] An' me. I ain't no good on de shooi \ Draws 
a white-handled razor\ but when it comes to cuttin' an' carv- 
in'— ziz ! ziz ! {Slashing with razor.] I's a Cubian by birth, 
but a Darktown coon by edication. [Merry and sailors enter 
R. u. E., retreating and firing as they cross to gateway. 
Distant bugle calls and soimd of cannon heard. They come 
down.] 

Merry. [At back.] Cease firing ! Listen ! [Distant 
cannon.] Hurrah! They've heard it, too. [Cannon.] See, 
see— they're falhng back on their main body. It means a gen- 
eral engagement and they'll let us alone for a time, at least. 
[Comes down.] 

Bess. What are you going to do ? [The sound of cantion 
and musketry comes closer.] 

Merry. Well, as it is impossible for us to get through to 
Shafter, with two or three thousand Spaniards in the way, the 
best thing we can do is to wait here till he comes up. [Ysobel, 
Dr. H. and Cora, C, under tree.] 

Dr. H. We had just determined to defend this place till the 
last. . 

Merry. [Cannon heard.] By the sound of thmgs a hospital 
will be a pretty important point in a very short time. We'll 
help you to hold it. 

Ysobel. The advance on Santiago has begun, and we shall 
be within the American lines before midnight. [Shots heard off 
close by.] 

Merry. Here they come. Don't expose yourselves, lads, and 
so draw their tire on us. Scatter among the trees and keep 
under cover. 

Sailors. Ay, ay, sir. [They ex. R. Shots heard.] 

Bess. [L. c. Sees blood on Merry's hand.] Oh, Milton, 
you are wounded ! Come inside and let me bandage it. 

Merry. I haven't time. It's only my left arm, anyway. 

Bess. But I insist. Let me see it. \Pulls off his jacket. 
His left sleeve is bloody.] Oh, you poor fellow ! Doctor, look 
here. 

Dr. H. [Examining arm.] The bullet went clean through, 
but, fortunately, without striking a bone. [Bess brings bowl 
of water from rain barrel and sponge and bandage from house. 
She assists doctor to bandage wound, C. under tree. Cora, 
Yso. and Bev. t^fi looking off\. Shots heard continuously.] 



28 SANTIAGO ; OR, • 

Yso. "yUp at fence looking f'ff v..'] Look — look! The Span- 
iards are retreating. They are coming this way. yShe comes 
down witJi Cora and'^Q^. They go into house and return 
iimnediately luith guns. Cannon heard.] They are shelling 
the woods. 

Be~S. Milton, you must come inside. It's dangerous here. 

Merry. Then this is where I belong. 

Bess. But you are disabled. 

Merry. [Aside to her.] If there weren't quite so many 
people about I'd prove the contrary. "^Spanish soldiers enter 
hurriedly R., /;/ twos and threes, cross and ex. L. as if retreat- 
ing. Cannon heard. Shell with lighted fuse is thrown from 
R. and falls L. c. . The girls scream and Ee7. falls on his 
knees, praying. Ysobel picks it up and drops it into rain 
barrel with a splash. Thi» occurs while the retreat is in 
progress.]' 

Dr. H. Nurse, you're a heroine. If that shell had exploded 
it would have torn the house to pieces and probably killed us 
all. 

Merry. Senora, that's ttie coolest thing I ever saw. You're 
a daisy. Hello! she's fainted. That's just like a woman — as 
strong as iron one minute and as weak as water the next. 
\^While Dr. H. a?id Cora are reviving \^\i, he looks into bar- 
rel.] 

Be?S. I Terrified, pulling him away.] Milton ! Come 
away ! It might go off — oh, it might go off ! 

Merry. Don't be alarmed, my dear — you could no more 
shoot the horns off the new moon with a popgun than set that 
thmg off now. It's too damp wet. 

Bess. How dare you swear before me, sir ? 

Merry. I didn't. I said damp — wet. {Cheering heard off 
R., distaftt at first a?id coming closer. Spaniards are now 
running across- from R. to \.. A regiment cf American sol- 
diers enters on the double, in pursuit, cheering. Note : Both 
Spaniards and Americans cross, recross behijid the back 
drop, ajid cross again. By this mean a compaiiy of soldiers 
can be made to represent a brigade^ and the movement be kept 
up without interruption for an indefinite period. During 
this scene American soldiers enter zvith wounded on stretchers, 
R. 3 E. andR. 2 E., and are led into house by the girls, Dr. H. ajul 
Beverly. After the soldiers are all off'M.eYVy blows his whistle. 
Sailors re-enter R. Only the sailors, Bess and JslLeTIY on the 
stage. The sailors line across stage up L.j 



FOR THE Ri:i), ^VII^^E and blue. 29 

Bess. Wliat are you going to do ? 

Merry. Push on to Shafter's headquarters, now that the 
Dons have made themselves scarce. I've got to obey orders, 
my dear. 

Bess. But who's gonig to protect me? 

Merry. I'll see that you have a guard here and I'll get back 
as soon as 1 can. Fall in. {Men fall in line.] About face. 
\lliey fiice up stage. Merry kisses Bess.] Right face. For- 
^vard— march. \_Ex. witJi sailors through gate and off R. 
U. E.] 

Bess. [ Watching them off and waving handkerchief.] 
That dear boy ! I wonder what makes him so much nicer here 
than he used to be at home ? I guess it must be the climate. 
\Comes doivn.\ Well, if anybody had told me this morning 
that I'd be engaged to Milton Merry before night I'd have said, 
" You're crazy." Oh, w^ell, I suppose man proposes, and 
woman disposes. 

Bev. {Entering from house.] 'Scuse me, Missy Bess. 

Bess. Well, what is it, Beverly ? 

Bev. Does yo* think dey's liable to be any mo' Spaniels 
round heah dis evenin' ? 

Bess. It's hardly likely after the whipping they got this 
afternoon. Why ? 

Bev. 'Case dem po' wounded brudder Cubians didn't git a 
smitchofdem chickens after all. De sailor men done et up 
even de bones. 

Bess. Well .? 

Bev. Well, I knows whah dey's a chicken roost owned by 
one of dem rich old Spaniels, an' I was figurin' on ticklin' dey 
feets in de dark of de moon. 

Bess. I see. You want to go and rob a henroost. 

Bev. No, indeedy ! I's jined de chu'ch. Yes'm. /wouldn't 
rob no henroost. I des nachelly wants to go foragin' fo' de 
beneht of dem po' wounded men. What's mo', I's feelin' kinder 
chicken hungry myself. Yes'm. Kin — kin I go. Missy ? 

Bess. I think you'd better stop here, Beverly. That hateful 
Diaz and his men are still in the neighborhood, and if he ever 
catches j(9w^ 

Bev. De Lawd have mussy on my brack hide ! Reckon 
he'd skin me alive. Dat cullud lady w^on't see me to-night. 
No, ma'am. 

Bess. Oh ! So there's a colored lady in the case, is there ? 
I thought it was chickens. 



30 SANTIAGO ; OR, 

Eev. De lady done promised to show me whah dem chick- 
ens roost low, Missy. ^A/en carrying wounded ma7i on 
stretcher enter R. i E., and stop c] Gee Lawdy ! Heah's an- 
other dead man. [Cora and Dr. H. re-enter from house.] Dis 
is what dey calls glory. 

Cora. Poor fellow. \Looking at him.] He has fainted. 

Dr H. \Examijies wounded man.] Shot through the 
shoulder and wounded in the head. {^Raises him.] 

Cora. \Raising bloody bandage from his face.] Merciful 
heaven ! My brother ! Phil — Phillip — speak to me. 

Bess. Oh, Cora ! Poor Phillip. \Puts arm arou/td CoYSi.] 

Phil. Sis — kiss me — I'm afraid — I'm going. Hold my hand, 
Bess -I'm — I'm done for. [Falls back fainting. Cora kisses 
him. Both girls crying. Ysobel enters from house. She 
goes to stretcher, sees Phillip.] 

Yso. Phillip— Phillip ! Dead ! My love '. [Kisses him.\ 

Dr. H. He is weak from loss of blood and has fainted, that's 
all. Carry him inside, boys. [They do so. "Y^^.goes i7i with 
them.] 

Cora. Is there any hope. Doctor ? Tell me the truth. 
[Crying.] 

Dr. H. He will recover. His wounds are serious but not 
mortal. You remain here and let Ysobel help me while I look 
for that bullet. You are too nervous and excited to be of much 
assistance. [Ex. into house.] 

Cora. [Drying her eyes.] No! I'm not a coward. He is 
my brother and I'll be cool and brave for his sake. \Ex. itito 
house. Men off'K. in distaiice heard singijig "A hot time iji 
the old town to-night. ''] 

Bess. [Runs up and looks off.\ More soldiers ! Oh, doesn't 
that tune sound good ! It's like a strain across the sea from 
home. I feel better already. 

Bev. Dey's marchin' fo' Santiago, an' if dey reach it dey'll 
be a hot time, sho' 'nuff. [Company marches on R. u. E., sing- 
ing, headed by Hutton.] 

Hutton. Halt ! Yes. This is the place at last. [At gate. 
To Bess.] Can you tell me, Miss 

Bess. Why, Captain Hutton ! 

Hut. Miss Walton ! \Comes down through gate and 
shakes hands.] This is indeed a delightful surprise. How^ 
long have you been here ? [They come dowjt.] 

Bess. Only a week, but we've seen plenty of service, even 
in that short time. 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 3 1 

Hut. My company has been detailed to guard this hospital, 
and I was told to report to the head nurse. 

Bass. She'll be here in a moment. But didn't you receive 
Cora's letter, telling you that I was coming here with Miss 
Carlos ? 

Hut. Not a line. The post-office arrangements have been 
a good deal mixed. 

Bess. That's strange. We sailed before you did, and 
were landed at night by a Cuban pilot, after running the 
blockade. 

Hut. And how did you leave Cora ? Well and happy ? 

Bess. Oh, she was all right the last time 1 saw her. [Mis- 
chievously.] 

Hut. Well and happy, God bless her ! What was she 
doing, Bess ? I'm hungry to hear about her. 

Bess. She was — you won't get mad, now — will you ? 

Hut. Why, of course not. 

Bess. Well, just about the last I saw of her, she was kissing 
another man. 

Hut. I don't believe it. You're not in earnest. She couldn't 
have forgotten so soon. 

Bess. You don't believe me, eh ? Beverly. 

Bev. Yes, Missy. Sarvent, Cap'n. [Saluting. He has 
beejt listening and grinning.] 

Bess. You remember the last time you and I saw Miss 
Cora ? 

Bev. Sho'ly, Missy. 

Bess. Didn't she kiss that man ? 

Bev. She sho'ly did. Yes'm. 

Bess. Now, sir, I hope you're satisfied. You gentlemen are 
a little too apt to imagine yourselves what Beverly calls the 
" Onliest." Well, I'll tell the head nurse you're here, if you 
like. 

Hut. Thank you. [Aside.] She's forgotten me. [Sits l. 
of table.] 

Bess. [Aside.] I think I've paid him back for the way he 
used to tease the life out of me. [Ex. into house, followed by 

Bev.] 

Hut. What a fool I was to think her different from other 
women. [Calls.] Lieutenant Fisk, you may move the com- 
pany under the trees, yonder [Pointing R.], and post your sen- 
tries at once. See to it yourself. [Lieut, gives orders and 
marches the company through gate and off K. 2 e.. Hut. 



52 SANTIAGO ; OR, ' 

watching them. Cora enters from house, crosses to him. 
His back is toward her.] 

Cora. You sent for me, sir ? [He turns.] Oscar ! 

Hut. Darling ! [Embrace.] I understand it now. Phillip 
has been brought here. 

Cora. Yes. We have just dressed his wounds. 

Hut. And you kissed him ? 

Cera. Of course I did. He's my own brother. 

Hut. Wait till I get hold of Bess, the little schemer. I'll 
fix her, and that " Ctibian" too. How is Phillip ? Is his 
wound severe ? 

Cora. The bullet has been extracted from his shoulder, and 
he is resting easily. It was only a spent shot. 

Hut. Yes. He got it in the skirmish line. He is behaving 
splendidly and is as brave as a lion. 

Cora. I'm glad to hear that. But what do you think ? Diaz 
was here to-day just before the engagement began. 

Hut. Diaz ? I thought I had killed him. Then he didn't 
die ? 

Cora. No. He has quite recovered and is now a guerilla 
captain. He attempted to take possession of this place, but 
fortunately Mr. Merry was here, with a party of sailors, and 
drove the Spaniards off. 

Hut. So the fellow has shown his true colors at last ! Un- 
doubtedly, he was one of the corps of spies, acting under Dubosc, 
which kept Sagasta informed of every move made by our gov- 
ernment. [Lieut. Fisk marches on R. 3 E. with Corny and two 
other soldiers, mounting guard. Begiii to darken the stage.] 

Lieut. Fisk. [At gate.] Halt ! Your instructions are to 
patrol post Njjmber 2, from the big tree to the stone wall. Let 
nobody pass through the lines in or out without the correct 
password and countersign. Relief, forward — march. [Marches 
off with the other two soldiers, L. 3 E.] 

Corny. Liftinnant — Littinnant, darlin*. Whin do I ait ? 
He's gone, and here I am left to die wid the hunger. [Patrols 
back and forth along fence.] 

Cora. vSurely I know that brogue. 

Hut. You ought to. It's Corny Dwyer, your old coachman. 
He followed your brother Phillip into the service and is devoted 
to him. 

Cora. [Goes up.] Corny ! Don't you know me ? 

Corny. Well, for the Lord's sake — 'tis Miss Cora ! Gineral 
salute — presint arms ! [Presents arms.] Tell me, ma'am — 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 33 

did you hear ere a worc^ about young Masther Phillip ? Sure 
he got hurted. [Lights half down. \ • 

Cora. They brought him here and he is doing nicely. 

Corny. Glory be ! Now, I'm aisy ag'in, for I'll see him as 
soon as me time on sintry go is up. 

Cora. Didn't I hear you complain of being hungry ? 

Corny. Faith I am — and thirsty, too. 

Cora. Then I'll send you something to eat. 

Corny. And drinks ma'am. Oh, il this was only Kentucky ! 
^Stage is darkened by this time.'] 

Cora. Oscar, will you come in and see Phillip ? 

Hut. Certainly. And how is Miss Carlos .? [As they come 
down to house.'] 

Cora. As enthusiastic as ever for Cuba Libre, and in love 
with the whole American army. She knows every foot of the 
country about here, and has already been of great service to 
our forces by obtaining information. [They ex. into house.] 

Corny. Well, if there s anything 1 love 'tis walkin' up and 
down wid a gun in me hand and a stomach full of wind and 
wishes. [Stops at gateway.] Oh, but I was the foolish man 
to lave me horses and comforts to come here. [Lieutenant 
enters L. 3 E., and crosses to ex. by gate.\ Halt ! Who goes 
there ? 

Lieut. Officer of the day. 

Corny. Officer of the day, what the divil are you doin' out 
here at night ? 

Lieut. Stand aside, sentry, and let me pass. 

Corny. The divil a pass till you give the password. [Lieut. 
whicpers to kirn.'] That's all right. Pass, officer of the day. 
[Saluting.'] 

Lieut. I only wanted to see if you knew your bitsiness, 
Dwyer. 

Corny. Faith, I ought to. Liftinnant. I served sivin years in 
the 88th Connaught Rangers, before I left the ould counthry. 

Lieut. Well, see that you don't loiter on your post. Keep 
moving. [Ex, R. 2 E.] 

Corny. Kape movin' ! The divil a thing have I done since 
daylight, only kept movin'. 

Bev. [Enters from house with lunch on a tray.] Now, 
wha's dat sojer man ? Oh, I see him. [Goes up.] Heah, 
sojer man. I done brung you some lunch. 

Corny. Hello, Beverly, ye black divil, how are y^t 

Bev. Who's yo' callin' black debbil ? 



34 SANTIAGO; OR, 

Corny. You, you naygur. Don't you know your ould frind, 
Corny Dwyer ? 

Bev. Well, fo' de Lawd's sake — is dis really you ? 

Corny. What's left of me. But come on down to the end of 
me post till I get me hooks into that grub, where the Liftinnant 
won't see me. 

Bev. No, sah. I's quartermaster in de Cubian army and 
chief steward of dis yer hospital, an' I don't take no black debbil 
nor no niggah from nobody, no mo'. You's got to 'pologize or 
go hungry. [Turns to go to hoiise.'\ 

Corny. Well, I suppose a naygur's as good as another here, 
so I apologize. This ain't the United States. 

Bev. No. Dis ain't de United States — not yet. But it 
soon will be, you bet. [Corny grabs something off the tray 
and begitis to eat.] Heah, heah — come on, whah you can eat 
like folks. [Ex. L. 3 Y.., followed' by Corny.] 

Diaz. [Enters sfieaky, R. u. E.] :»They are off their guard. 
Good ! A few shots will draw them away from the house to 
see what the cause is, and while they're gone I'll secure my 
pretty Cora and carry her off to my headquarters in the moun- 
tains. Once clear of the highway they can never follow us in 
the darkness. Now to give the signal for the fusilade. [Fir^s 
revolver twice and exits R, u. E. Shots are at once heard off R. 
in the distance. Bugle call, the assembly, is sounded off'R., 
close by. Lieut, re-enters R. 2 E. as Hutton enters from 
house.] 

Hut. What is that alarm, Lieutenant ? 

Lieut. I don't know, sir. I was just going to see. [More 
shots ifi distance.] Listen ! 

Hut. It's a night attack on Hill's position. We must re- 
inforce him, for if he is wiped out the hospital is at their mercy. 
Come on. [Exit with Lieut., R. 2 e. Cora, Ysobel and'BQ^^ 
enter from house. 'QS.dJLand his men are creeping alo7ig behind 
picket fejice tozuard gateway. Corny andBev. re-enter L. 3 E. 
Shots heard off v.^] 

Yso. There it is again. The Spaniards have renewed the 
attack. 

Cora. We are perfectly safe here. Captain Hutton will pro- 
tect us. [Diaz and his men suddenly spring through gate- 
way. Bev. cind Corny are knocked down. Diaz leads.] 
What do you want here ? 

Diaz. »You, my dear. [Seizes her. The Sergt. seizes Bess. 
The girls scream for help. Ysobel <'^^«3:w j revolver and points 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 35 

it at Diaz, iJuho holds Cora in Jront of him..] Fire if you dare ! 
[T/iey carry or drag Cora ^//^-/Bess offi.. u. E., screamitig.'] 

Hut. [Rioijiing on R.2 ¥..] What's the matter ? [Soldiers 
folloiv Hutton on.^ 

Yso. Diaz and his guerillas. They have abducted Cora and 
Bess, and have taken them that way. [Pointing L.] 

Hut. Forward, men. [Leads throitgh gateivay.\ Prepare 
to fire a volley. [They load.] 

Yso. Stop ! You will kill the girls. 

Hut. And they will thank me. Even death is better than 
the fate intended for them. Aim! Fire! [Men Jire.] For- 
ward ! Double ! [They dash off!., as ctcrtaitt descends.] 

CURTAIN. 



ACT III. 

[Scene i. — Headquarters of the guerillas. A hut in the 
mountaiiis back of Santiago. At rise Lieut. Cristobal and 
two tneti are playing cards at table, c. Others lounging 
about.] 

Lieut. C. [C, behind table.] What a reckless devil our 
captain is. Anything from cold victuals to money is plunder 
for him, and now he's taken to stealing girls. They're two 
mighty pretty girls, but they're not worth three men's lives. 
Besides, these pig Yankees have such queer ideas about 
women that they'll never 'rest till they've been here to look for 
them. 

Diaz. [ Who has appeared outside window and listened.] 
You think so, eh ? Well, that's just what I want. [Enters 
door in fiat.] My pretty Cora refused me when I offered to 
marry her. Very well. She'll never get another chance to be 
Mrs. Diaz. I have scores to settle with her and her lover, too, 
and all I ask is to entice him up here and make him my pris- 
oner. Remember, boys, a hundred dollars to the man who 
takes Captain Hutton alive. [Men shout.] 

Lieut. C. He'll not be such a fool as to venture here alone. 
[Who has risen. Comes down with Diaz.] 

Diaz. Don't be too sure. For her sake he'll venture any- 
thing, and I have arranged a trap into which he is very apt to 
tumble. How xs yoiir sweetheart this morning t 



3^ 

Lieut. C. She's a perfect little devil. I tried to kiss her and 
she clawed my face like a wildcat. {Points to scratched face 
patched with cout't plaster.] I think I'll turn her over to San^ 
chez, here. He has a playful way of knocking a woman down 
when she doesn't obey orders, I'm too tender-hearted with 
the fair sex. 

Diaz. I haven't had time to bring my charmer to terms, but 
she'll have to give in, sooner or later. Have any of the missing 
men turned up yet ? 

Lieut. C. No. Not one of them. 

Diaz. Then they must have been killed when Hutton fired 
that volley. Alvarez, Garno and Caragua — three good men, 
and they shall be avenged. Well, clear out now, ail of you. 
I'm going to make love to my American beauty. [The men 
laugh boisterously and ex. door in fiat, taking gU7is from rack 
against c. fiat as they go. Three guns, with fixed bayonets, 
are left in rack.] 

Lieut. C. Here's the key, Captain. [Hands key.] Now, 
play fair — don't meddle with my little spitfire. 

Diaz. Don't be alarmed. I'll have my hands full with my 
own. Now ambush your men, so as to command tlie narrow 
pass, and keep strict watch. If a lone man or woman ap- 
proaches, don't show yourselves. Should Hutton or anybody 
else come' with soldiers, wait till they are well into the 
pass, and then pick them off at your ease when they are sur- 
rounded. 

L'eut. C. How about the upper pass ? 

Diaz. That is known only to us, and no outsider could find 
it without a guide. Now, keep your men out of sight, obey 
orders strictly, and we'll have Oscar Hutton in a trap very 
soon from which he'll never escape. 

Lieut. C What a position this mountain would be for the 
Americanos ! With a battery of big guns they could destroy 
Cervera's fleet and bombard Santiago at their leisure. 

Diaz. They'd never attempt to drag heavy ordnance up 
these heights, which are already occupied by Gen. Linares. 
Now, be off. [Lieut. C. salutes and exits door in fiat. Diaz 
watches through window.] 

Lieut. C. [Outside.] Fall in. Fall in there. Right face. 
Forward — march. [They pass window.] 

Diaz. They're off. Now for Cora. [Unlocks door, R. 2 E.] 
Well, my little birds, is your cage becoming uncomfortably 
small ? 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 37 

Bess. [Appearing at door.] It's so small that there's no 
room in here for you. [Slafns door in his face.] 

Diaz. {Pushes door open after some trouble.] You would, 
eh ? I've a good mind to kiss you for that. [Bess shoves a 
broom at him, he jumps back. She stands at door.] 

Bess. Take my advice, and have a better mind not to. 
Your sergeant tried it this morning and you ought to see his 
face. 

Diaz. I've seen it, but I'm not afraid of a little scratchcat. 

Bess. Are you going to let us out of here ? 

Diaz. I'm going to let Cora out. You'll have to stay there 
till you get better tempered. Come out, Cora, 

Cora. [ IVithin.] Not one step. 

Diaz. We'll see about that. [Enters room and flings Cora 
out.] 

Cora. You coward ! 

Bess. [Slipping out behind him.] Don't call him that, 
Cora, you're too complimentary. Listen to me. You Span- 
iard. 

Diaz. Get back in there. Do you hear me ? Get back in 
there. 

Bsss. [Keeping the table betzveen them.] What for ? 

Diaz. Because I tell you to. 

Bess. That's a mighty good reason for not doing it. 

Diaz. I've had enough of this fooling. [Rushes at her, 
catches her aftd forces her ifito room. Locks door, leaving 
key in it.] Now stay there. ' 

Cora. What a heartless brute you are ! [In front of table.] 

Diaz. [R. C] Who made me what I am .? You. Why did 
I take desperate risks in order to become rich ? So that I 
might win you. When the market turned against me and all 
was lost — every dollar I had schemed and toiled for gone — who 
showed me the way to secure funds and continue the game ? 
You. 

Cora. I ? How ? When ? [Ysobel appears at window.] 

I'iaz. The day you came to the bank and confided to me 
the fact that your brother was short in his accounts. You asked 
me to ascertain the amount so that you might save him from 
disgrace, and you then showed me how I could obtain $50,000 
with the certainty of throwing the blame on him if the money 
was lost in the stock market. 

Cora. Absurd ! Why should I suggest such a thing ? 

Diaz. There was no need. It suggested itself. Phillip was 



38 SANTIAGO; OR, 

already an embezzler. Why not a forger, too ? I simply varied 
my signature slightly on a number of checks, sent him to draw 
the money, and denied the checks when they came in from the 
banks. See — here is a complete record of the whole transac- 
tion. \^Opens table drawer and shows meiiiorandum-book. 
Pitches It back and closes the drawer. Drawer is up stage. 
While his back is turned Ysobel gets through window. \ 

Cora. [Down r. C] I suppose it was also I who made you 
a traitor to the land you lived in, a spy for the government of 
Spain. [Crosses to L. c Ysobel hides behind blanket screen- 
ing R. upper corner.'\ 

Diaz. [Sits on r. lower corner of table.] A secret service 
agent is a spy or a patriot, according to whose side he is on. 
I call myself a patriot. You call me a spy. My country re- 
wards me. Yours would hang me. [He is' seated on table. 
Ysobel comes out of her hiding-place, makes a gesture for 
silence to Cora, who is L. C. and sees her, sneaks down, ope7is 
drawer and secures 7nemo-book. She holds it up so that au- 
dience can see it ; then goes to door, R. 2 E., unlocks it and 
lets Bess out, keeping the key. She the?t goes to stand of arms, 
gives Bess CL gun and brings the other two down behind table. 
This is done during the speeches which follow, Cora assisting 
by keeping Diaz watching her down L. c] 

Cora. My country «//// hang you unless you are killed before 
you are captured. 

Diaz. I am taking my chance 0/ that. But suppose we talk 
of something more pleasant. Do you know what I intend to 
do with you ? 

Cora. What you intend to do matters little. Your inten- 
tions are doubtless as vile as your wicked imagination can sug- 
gest, but you shall never carry them out. 

Diaz. Who will prevent me ? 

Cora. My friend, and myself. 

Diaz. Don't talk nonsense. You are alone here with me. 
I am a man — you, a woman. I am strong — you are weak. No 
power on earth can protect you. 

Cora. But there is a power in heaven that can. 

Diaz. [Laughs.] When it comes to a test between the 
powers of heaven and the powers of the other place, the other 
place seems to triumph about nine times out often. 

Cora. It will not triumph this time. 

Diaz. Your courage is superb. I can't help admiring the 
way you defy me. 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 39 

Cora. I don't fear you. In spite of your sneers I believe 
that the power you pretend to despise will protect the innocent 
and punish the guilty. 

Diaz. If you had loved instead of hating me you might 
have taught me to believe that, too. As it is, I love you, in 
spite of your bitter scorn, and one of these days you are going 
to love me. 

Cora. Not while I live. 

Diaz. [Reaches chair L. of table and sits down.] Come 
here and sit on my knee. \Bj/ this time Bess and Ysobel are 
L. Q,. just behind table, with the gutis.] 

Cora. I'll not ! 

Diaz. Then I'll make you. [As he steps down stage toward 
her she darts up. Ysobel gives her gun. As Diaz turns the 
three girls bring the guns to the charge. Picture.] 

Cora. Advance one step and we will kill you. 

Diaz. Jose — Sancho — Juan. [Calling.] 

Yso. Keep your eyes on hi?n. This is a trick to throw us 
off our guard. His men are «c/ here. [They don't look around. 
Door L. 3 E. opens and three men steal down behind them.] 

Diaz. [C.J Ah, Senora — your Spanish blood renders you 
proof against Spanish strategy. 

Yso. At least against so simple a ruse, as that. Back up to 
the door, girls. [They do so?\^ 

Diaz. [Seeing that his men are ready.] Now ! [Each 
man disarms a girl and throws her to her knees, threatening 
her with bayonet. Diaz laughs.] What did I tell you 1 Who 
triumphs now ? Back, men, but be ready to answer a call. 
[Men ex. door, L, 3 E., takijig guns with the7n.] Now, you two 
young ladies will retire to that room. Miss Cora wishes to 
hold a private conversation with me. Resistance is useless, as 
you already know. 

Yso. You triumph for the moment, but the end means 
defeat, disaster — death ! 

Bess. You wait till my Milton gets hold of you. He'll fix 
you for this ! [They ex. iftto room, R. 2 E. Diaz closes door. 
He is unable to lock it because Ysobel removed the key when 
liberating BesS. Ysobel immediately gets out and exits 
through window, when he returns to Cora down C, in front 
of table.] 

Diaz. Now, my dear, I want a kiss, and I'm going to have it. 

Cora. Stand back ! I warn you that I will fight as long as 
I am able. 



40 SANTIAGO; OR, 

Diaz. That won't be very long. [Takes hold of her. Cora 
struggles and screams. Hutton enters door in flat, revolver 
in hand.] 

Hut. [Pointing revolver?^ Let go ! [Bess appears at 
door, R 2 E.] 

Diaz. Trapped ! [Putting Cora bet%ueen theui so that 
Hutton "d'ill hit her if he fires. Hutton closes with Diaz, 
who grabs his wrist to prevent his nse of revolver. Calls'] 
Jose ! Quick ! [The three men rush iii, disarm Hutton and 
hold him, L. C. Cora faints over table.] Well done, boys ! 
[Raises Cora in his arms.\ Now, Oscar Hutton, she is mine, 
and you are at my mercy. Nothing stands between me and 
my revenge. 

Yso. [Suddenly appearing at window.'] You're wrong, 
Fernando Diaz — /do ! 

[Change to Scene 2.] 

[Scene 2. — A tropical wood iji first grooves. Log on L. to 
sit on. At change Dr. H. Bev. (ind Comy, armed with guns, 
enter L. i E.J 

Dr. H. [c] This is where Miss Carlos told us to wait for 
her. We are within half a mile of the guerillas' headquarters. 

Corny. [R.] Thin I am hanged if I like the place. Oh, if 
I was only back in Washington, minglin' wid the great min of 
me nation in the halls of Congress ! 

Bev. [L. Laughs.'] I nevah saw yo do much minglin*, 
'cept wid de bosses and mules in de halls ot ol' Mars Walton's 
barn. 

Corny. [Throws dowji gun.] Oh, if I ever kick him in the 
shins ! Don't tempt me, naygur — 'tis all I can do to kape me 
boots off ye now. 

Bev. Yo' kick me in de shins — yo' des try it, Irish — I's a 
Darktown Cubian, I is, an' I carries a razzor. [Shows razor.'] 
Zizz ! Zizz ! [Slashing.] 

Dr. H. Give me that weapon. [Takes it fro7n him.] Give 
it up, sir. 

Bev. W^ell, now, gimme a squar deal. Take off dat Irish- 
man's shoes, so he cain't kick. 

Corny. An' lave me to get butted to death wid that iron- 
clad skull of yours ? Get out, ye black billygoat. 

Dr. H. Stop it. Both of you. This is no time for quarrel- 
ling. Two of the dearest girls in the world are in deadly peril. 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 4I 

Their friends should have but one quarrel now, and that with 
the scoundrels who carried them off. You ought to be ashamed 
of yourselves. 

Corny. Thrue for you, Doctjior. [Asu/f.] That coon 'ud 
provoke a saint. 

Bev. Dat's a fact. [Aside.] If I evah carve dat Irishman 
I'll cut to de bone. 

Dr. H. Now shake hands, and behave yourselves. \They 
advance reluctantly, Beverly showing more willingness than 
Corny.] Go on, Corny — shake hands, or I'll make you kiss 
him. 

Corny. [Aside. \ Howly mother ! Talk about takin' a 
black draft ! [Shakes hands.] 

Dr. H. Now, Corny, you let Beverly alone from this time on. 

Corny. I won't say another word. I won't even look at 
him, bedad ! [Goes R. and takes up gt^n.] 

Bev. Dat's all I ask. Keep yo' head shet, an' yo' mouf shet, 
an' yo' eyes shet, an' yo' ears shet, an' den yo' keep out o' 
trouble wid me. 

Dr. H. Now, if you two think you can agree for about five 
minutes, I'll climb that little hill [Pointing R.], and see if she is 
coming. While I'm gone you sit down Over there, Beverly, 
and you, Corny, act as sentry. That'll keep you apart. [Ex. 
R. I E.J 

Bev. Say, Irish, I was only foolin'. [Sitting on log, L.] 

Corny. [Marching back and forth.] Well, don't fool wid 
me that way ag'in, for you're liable to get hurted, me bould 
bucko. Sure this climate is enough to sour the milk of human 
kindness in any white man. [Wiping off perspiration.] 

Bev. Dat's a fact, or black man either. [Fanning himself 
with hat J] 

Corny. Begorra, I don't enjoy the rations round here, at all, 
at ail. 

Bev. Rations ? What rations 1 

Corny. Perspirations, ye brunette beauty. I v/isht I had a 
good, long drink. I'm as dry as dust. 

Bev. Dust ! Dat's what we's all made of. Corny. De Lawd 
took dust and made Adam. 

Corny. Well, whin He made j^// He must have tuk coal dust. 

Bev. Dat's all right. Dey sells coal dust, 'cause it's worth 
something ; but yo' common, ordinary, white dust — dey des 
sprinkles water on it till its name is mud, an' den dey scrapes 
it up and frows it on de dump heap. 



42 SANTIAGO ; OR, 

Corny. Listen to the talkin' machine ! Did ye bring ere a 
sup wia you, I dunno ? 

Bev. Not a drop. But, say, Corny — how would a nice, big 
slice of watahmilhon strike you' ? WatahmilHon on ice. 

Corny. Wathermelon ! On ice ! Oh, ye tantaHzer — an' me 
wid the tongue of me hangin' out ! Begorra, I've often 
wondered how the divil all that wather gets into the melons, 
Beverly. 

Bev. Well, fo' de Lawd's sake, doesn't yo' know dat ? 

Corny. No, I don't, an' no more do you. 

Bev. 'Deed I does. Dey always plants watahmillions in 
de spring. 

Corny. Sure I know that, but where does the wather come 
from ? 

Bev. Why, from de spring, of co'se. 

Corny. From the spring ! Go 'long, you black nigger- 
amus. 

Bev. Say, Corny, does yo' 'spec' dey's any of dem guerillers 
roun' heah ? 

Corny. Well, I hope not — for your sw^ate sake. 

Bev. Whaffo' do yo' suppose dey calls um guerillers ? 

Corny. Well, ye poor ignorant black divil, listen an' I'll 
explain it to ye. A guerilla, d'ye moind, is a monkey — the 
biggest ape in the world, an' they call these fellys guerillas 
because ivery toime our gallant byes come torninst thim they 
make a monkey of thim. 

Bev. [Laicghs.'] Sho' 'nuff, Corny, sho' 'nuff. Make a 
monkey of dem — dat's good. [Laughs.'] 

Corny. Say, Bev — ye wor pretty flip about Adam an' the 
dust a few minutes ago. Do you know your Bible ? 

Bev. 'Deed I does — from Genesee to de Revolutions. 

Corny. An' what church do you belong to ? 

Bev. I's a Baptis', I is. 

Corny. That 'ud never do me. Too much wather. Besides,' 
they're too new. I belave in the ould, ancient religion. 

Bev. Cam't be no mo' older nor ancienter dan de Baptis'. 
No, sah. Dat's what I remarked. Why, de Baptises is men- 
tioned in de Scriptures. Yes, sah. 

Corny. Ah, go 'long — you're off your riservation. 

Bev. I'll done prove it. Yo' search de good book, but yo' 
don't find nufifin' 'bout James, de Mefodis, or Thomas, de 'pisca- 
lopian, or Sandy, de Presbyterium — but yo' does find about 
John, de Baptis'. Yes sah ! 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 43 

Corny. Well, now, tell me, seein' you know so much — who 
made the monkey ? 

Bev. Dat's easy. De same one made de monkey what 
made de Irish. 

Corny. I'll bate the divil out of you for that. [Threatening 
him luith clubbed gun. ^^ 

Bev. [On his knees. \ Hoi' on — hoi' on — let me finish. De 
same one made de black man too. 

Corny. That saved your life. But don't thry me too far — 
me timper won't stand much in this heat. [Goes R.] 

Bev. I won't say another word. [Starts singing. Comy 
paces back and forth till he can't stand it any longer.'] 

Corny. Shut u-p, will ye ? Shut up ! I can stand no more 
of your blamed noise. 

Bev. I wasn't singin' fo* yo' amusement. No, sah ! I 
sings to please myself. 

Corny. Thin you're mighty aisy plazed. 

Dr. H. [Q^R.] Hello— 0—0 ! [At a distance?^ 

Bev. On, Lord ! dem monkeys ! I mean guerillers. 
[Frightened, L.] 

Dr. H. [0/R.] Hello— 0—0— o ! 

Corny. 'Tis the Docthor, ye chocolate crame. Hello! Sure 
there's Miss Carlos wid him. Come on, he's beckonin' us. 
[Grabs Bev. and puts him in front, R.] 

Bev. [After looking off R.] Is — is yo' sho' it ain't dem 
Spaniels tryin' to fool us ? 

Corny. [Proddifig him with gun from behind.] Go on — 
you an' your monkeys an' Spaniels. Forward — march. [Prod- 
ding him as they march offK. i E.] 

[Scene 3. — A mountain pass in the Sierra Cobre. Rock 
wings and sky borders. Barricade built of logs, lumber, 
boxes and barrels. The platforms must be strong. At rise, 
Diaz discovered seated yl. C. on box. Lieut. C. standing before 
him. Guerillas lounging about. One man on platform r., as 
lookout. Box used as table has small American flag on it 
covered with papers, writing material, maps ^ etc. Diaz is 
studying a incip.~\ 

Diaz. I tell you, Cristobal, we can hold this position against 
an army. 

Lieut. C Against infantry, yes. But suppose they bring a 
battery of field guns up the mountain and begin shelling us, 
how long would that flimsy barricade stand ? 



44 SANTIAGO ; OR, 

> 

Diaz. Not very long. But there is no likelihood of that. 
In his eagerness to reach Santiago, Shatter will try to carry it 
by storm and not by siege. If he is not going to besiege he 
will not drag cannon up these difficult heights. 

Lieut. C. This pass is one of the most important of all, for 
the heights above us command both city and harbor. 

Diaz. And for that reason we must hold it at all hazards until 
reinforcements arrive from General Linares or General Pando. 

Lieut. C. There is another thing. Suppose some of these 
Cuban dogs show the Yankees the way through the upper pass, 
and they attack us from above ? 

Diaz. Senor Cristobal, if I hadn't seen you under hre I should 
call you a coward. As it is, I merely say you indulge too 
many fears. 

Lieut. C Senor Capitan, war, with me, is a trade which I 
have followed from boyhood. With you it is a novelty, and 
longer experience will teach you greater caution. 

Diaz. Don't lecture me, Seiior Lieutenant — 1 won't stand it. 
Now, by way of amusing ourselves, bring Button before me. 
[Lieut. C. salutes and ex. L. 2 E.] I don't like that fellow. 
He has too many opinions of his own, and it wouldn't surprise 
me if he gets shot in the back during our next fight. His in- 
fluence with the men is growing too strong, anyway, for perfect 
discipline. [Lieut. C. re-enters with Hutton, "dj/io is in his 
shirt-sleeves, blindfolded and with his arms tied together be- 
hind him. Lieut. C. removes the blind.] Now, Captain, I 
hope you are quite comfortable. [Patise.] Why don't you 
answer ? 

Hut. [C.] You didn't ask me a question. [Lieut. C. is L. c. 
Me7i grouped across stage.^ 

Diaz. In the old days, in Washington,, you were always 
ready enough with your tongue. In fact, you were about the 
greatest braggart I ever knew. 

Hut. Diaz, you lie. \^Qiiietly .] 

Diaz. I what ? ^Starting to his feet, goes to him.] What 
did you say ? 

Hut. You lie. I never brag. 

Diaz. [Slaps his face.] Take that. You remember, I owe 
it to you. \Guerillas mutter " Shame ! "J 

Hut. You coward ! When I struck you your hands were 
free, and I was ready and anxious to give you whatever satis- 
faction you might demand. You strike me when I am bound 
and helpless. 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 45 

Diaz. [Sitting down r. C] You followed up that contemp- 
tuous slap in the face by putting a bullet in .my body. That is 
another debt which I intend to pay — with interest. You gave 
me one bullet, I'll give you five. 

Hut. Call it by its right name. You intend to murder me. 

Diaz. Oh, no — ^^I'm going to try you by court-martial and 
abide by the sentence of the court. 

Hut. If you're a man you will free my hands and fight me. 
Take any weapon you choose and give me the chance for my 
life that 1 gave you for yours. If you persist in doing what you 
threaten, you are a cowardly assassin, and my murder will be 
fully avenged by my fellow-countrymen. 

Diaz. Your rabble of thieves and pickpockets, which you 
call an army, was defeated and hurled back by General Linares 
in yesterday's battle. To-day your Yankee friends will be 
driven into the sea. [Distant caiinon shot hcard.~\ Hark — 
what's that ? 

Hut. That is the bark of a Yankee bulldog which gives the 
lie to the falsehood you have just uttered. [Cannon heard.'] 
Do you hear it ? The battle of Santiago has been resumed, and 
when it is finished the Stars and Stripes will fly from your 
citadel to tell the world that another pledge has been given to 
freedom, another tyrant has been laid low. 

Diaz. Fool ! Do you know that you are in my power, that 
you stand face to face with death ? 

Hut. I know it. I am an American soldier and not afraid 
to die. 

Diaz. Then I'll make you afraid. I'll show you something 
that will wring your heart. [Calling.^ Lieutenant, bring my 
pretty prisoner here. 

Lisut. C. Sefior Capitan, I'd like to suggest [Cannon 

heard.\ 

Diaz. Don't you suggest anything. Obey my orders. [Ex. 
LicUt., R. 2 E. I It may ease your dying moments to know that 
your ladylove will be left in better hands than yours. Captain. 

Hut. What ! You have dared to drag that gentle girl to 
this wild place ? Oh, Heaven ! If I were only free for five 
short minutes, and alone with you, I'd march to meet death 
with a smile. 

Diaz. And what would make you so happy. Captain ? 

Hut. [L. C] The knowledge that she was free from so 
foul a thing as you, forever. 

Diaz. [Rises. He has remained seated until now.] Oh, 



46 

well, you're not free and you never will be until you get your 
freedom in another world. [Lieut. C. re-e^iters with Cora. 

Co:a. Oscar ! \Aboiit to embrace him. Cantion hea7-d.\ 

Diaz. [Sioppiiig her.] Wait ! Before you greet that gen- 
tleman I have something to say to you. | Lieut. C. goes up, 
where he watches scene with men. \ 

Cora. Well, sir 1 

Diaz, [c] Our mutual friend. Captain Hutton, has ren- 
dered himself very obnoxious to the Spanish government by 
acting as a spy for the Yankee forces. 

Cora. [R. cj That is not true. Captain Hutton is not a 
spy. 



[R.] No ! Captain Hutton is an officer and a gentle- 
man. 

Diaz. He was captured while making a reconnaissance of 
our position, which is now of the utmost importance to the 
enemy. He is a spy, and as such he will be dealt with. [6'//^' 
R. C.J 

Hut. This is infamous ! I followed a band of rutfians who 
had abducted two hospital nurses from a house protected by 
the red cross of humanity. Those ruffians wore no uniform to 
distinguish them as members of the Spanish army. I, on the 
other hand, wore the uniform of mine. I traced them to their 
retreat and, while trying to rescue one of the two kidnapped 
women, was made a prisoner. 

Diaz. You hear, men ? He caPs you a band of ruffians — 
says that you do not belong to the Spanish army — he says this, 
the Yankee spy who came here for the purpose of guiding the 
pigs through this pass to kill you. {The men growl threaten- 
ingly.^ 

Lisut. C. It ought to be considered tliat he is this lady's 
lover, and 

Diaz. Silence ! Nothing should be considered but the evi- 
dence which you have heard. You all have your own opinions 
formed, but I will give the prisoner the benefit of every voice 
by appointing you all a court-martial to render judgment. Is 
he guilty or not guilty ? 

Lieut. C. First let us hear the evidence. [Coming down to 
L. C.J 

Diaz. It has all been heard. I now demand a verdict. 

L'.eut. C. This is not in accordance with military law, nor 
with the customs of civilized warfare, so I refuse to act as a 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE, 4/ 

member of any such court. [Crosses L. and sits doion on box. 
All but four of t lie guerillas folloiv him and group L.] 

Diaz. [Aside]. Curse him ! But I'll not be balked ! [Aloud.] 
Very well. All are excused except Jose, Sancho, Juan and 
Monte. Is the prisoner, accused of being a spy, guilty or not 
guilty ? [These four men have remained C] 

Four men. Guilty. 

Diaz. A just verdict. And the punishment ? 

Four men. Death. [Bess crosses to Lieut. C. and panto- 
mimes a conversation.A^ 

Diaz. And a just punishment. I confirm the sentence. 
Prisoner, you have heard the verdict, have you anything to say 
before the sentence Is carried into effect ? 

Hut. Nothing, except that you are a deliberate murderer. 
Even your men are ashamed of such a butchery. [ With a 
gesture toward Lieut. C, L-J 

Diaz. [Rises.\ The sentence shall be executed forthwith. 
Lieutenant Cristobal, select a tiring party, place the prisoner 
against the barricade and shoot him. [Lieut, does not move.] 
Did you hear my order ? 

Lieut. C. [Arises and salutes.] I did, Senor Capitan. [Ad- 
vancing to c.\ 

Diaz. Obey at once, or I'll try you for mutiny. 

Lieut. C- Senor Capitan, this is a mockery of justice. Your 
order is unlawful and I'll die rather than obey it. [Salutes.] 

Diaz. [Strips the red and yell o.w sash offlA^vX. C.] Your 
sword. [Lieut. C. unbuckles sword, hands it with left hand, 
drawing revolver with right hand.] What do you mean by 
that ? 

Lieut.' C. That is merely a precaution in case of treachery. 

Diaz. You are under arrest. I'll deal with you presently. 
[Hands sword to Jose, ptits sash over his shoulder.] Jos^, 
you are appointed acting-lieutenant in place of Cristobal, reduced 
to the ranks. Take charge of this execution. [Sits down. 

Jose motions to Sancho, Juan and Monte, ivho take charge of 
Hutton. Lieut. C. Joins the men L. Bess crosses R. to Cora.] 

Jose. Forward— march ! [They march Hutton up stage, 
blindfold him, and make him kneel. Then they march down 
L. C] Halt ! about face. Prepare to fire a volley. 

Cora. [Screams.] Mercy ! mercy ! You cannot- you will 
not murder him before my eyes. In heaven's name— I beg you 
on my knees — order them to stop. [Kneeling. Ee3S is cry- 
ing, R.] 



48 SANTIAGO ; OR, 

Diaz. On certain conditions. 

Cora. Name them. 

Diaz. I will free him and guarantee him safe escort, blind- 
folded, from this place to Shafter's lines, provided he will 
trample this rag, the Stars and Stripes, underfoot, and drink 
the health of the King of Spain. \Rises, holding small Ajner- 
ican flag.'\ 

Hut. \^Rises.'\ Never ! I'd rather die the most ignominious 
death than act the traitor to that glorious flag. 

C:ra. Shoot me if you will — but don't insult my country's 
emblem. \^Snatches flag from him.'] 

Diaz. Then I have one other proposal. If you love this 
man, Cora, you alone can save him. 

Cora. How .? 

Diaz. Remain here with me, of your own free will — be mine 
— and I give you his life. If you love him better than yourself 
you will consent. 

Hut. Don't answer him ! Treat his infamous proposal with 
the silent scorn it merits. 

Cora. [Goes quickly tip stage, flings Jier arms and the flag 
around Hut. TJie firitig party is by this time down stage.] 
Men — you have mothers, sisters, sweethearts. Remember them. 
In the name of the women you love, save me from far worse 
than death ! Let me die with him. See— I am not afraid. I 
need no blindfold. I, myself, will give the word and you shall 
see how an American girl can die. 

Diaz. [Aside.] She dare not do it. This is a trick to move 
my sympathy. \Aloud.] Let her have her own way — if she 
wants to die, she may. [Cora embraces Hutton, who is stand- 
ing, ajid whispers to him. He kisses her. Bess takes a 
silent farewell, crying, and goes dow7i L. to Lieut. C] 

Cora. [Kneels with H. Folds hands in prayer. Then 
with her arms around 'Q^^^X(m..] I am ready. Load. \The 
soldiers obey orders.] Aim. [They aim.] 

Lieut. C. Stop ! S^Followed by his men rushes between the 
firing party and the two prisoners.] This infamy shall not 
go on ! I'm a soldier, not a hyena, nor a murderer. I'm will- 
ing to die for Spain, but not to see a woman assassinated. 

Diaz. This is mutiny. 

Lieut. C. Call it what you like. I and the men who back 
me are ready to answer to the general commanding for what 
we do, and we shall see to it that this man and woman are 
taken before him for a proper hearing. 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 49 

Diaz. You'll be shot for this. 

Man. [Lookout on rocks, R.j Flag of truce. 

Diaz. Where ? [Goes up ladder and looks ojff R.] A 
wounded man, bearing a flag of truce ? Halt, there ! Two ol 
you go and blindfold him and lead him over the rocks. ^Two 
guerillas go over rocks R. and disappear.] Where are you 
from ? [Lieut. C takes bandage t?^Hutton's eyes.] 

Phil. [OJ" at back.] General Lawton, with a proposal for 
exchange. 

Diaz. Bring him in. \The 7nen /^^^ Phil, over rock. His 
head is bandaged and his arm is in a sling. His eyes are 
blindfolded.] 

Phil. [After being led down stage.] Where is the com- 
mandant ? 

Diaz. I am he. 

Phil. Diaz ! I know your voice. 

Diaz. [Pulls the bandage off his eyes.] Phillip Walton ! 

Cora. Phillip ! [Cora, Bess and Hutton co^ne down and 
greet him.] 

Diaz. [R. C] Stand back! [They retire L.] Why have 
you come here under a flag of truce ? 

Phil. [C] General Lawton sent me with a proposal to ex- 
change three men of your command, captured last night — 
Alvarez, Garno and Caragua — for Captain Hutton. This is ac- 
cording to the recognized cartel — three privates for one cap- 
tain. (General Lawton also demands the immediate and uncon- 
ditional surrender of my sisters, who, as hospital nurses and 
non-combatants, are exempt from such molestation. 

Diaz. Major-generals do not send such messages by private 
soldiers. You are an impostor. 

Phil. lam a lieutenant in the army of the United States, 
promoted on the field yesterday. [Shows shoulder-strap.] 

Cora. For bravery ! My brother ! [Lieut. C, Hutton, Cora 
and Bess cire L. c] 

Phil. Well — a lucky accident, at any rate, which General 
Lawton happened to notice. 

Diaz. And it I refuse to make the exchange, or surrender 
the nurses ? 

Phil. In that case General Lawton will hold you personally 
responsible for the safety of all three, and will be here in a few 
minutes to take them out of your hands. 

Diaz. Men, will you fight for the honor of your flag if I guar- 
antee that the prisoners shall all be taken before General Torral ? 

4 



50 SANTIAGO ; OR, 

Lieut. C. We will. \Me71 shout. They carty off the boxes 
R. c. and L.J 

Diaz. Then, Cristobal, I restore your rank. See that the pris- 
oners are kept in safety until we have repelled this attack. As 
for you, Phillip Walton, you must remain here. You have seen 
my strength and my defences. 

Phil. iMuch ol)liged. I wished to remain for the protection 
of my sisters. 

Diaz, [To Lieut. C] Put them under guard in the cavern 
there and tell your men to shoot either of them who tries to 
escape. 

Lieut. C. [Saliites:\ Your order shall be obeyed. Jose. 
\Takes sash and sword, putting iJiem on.] Sancho. You two 
will guard the prisoners with your lives. {They march Ccra, 
Bess, Hutt.n and^\nS\;vQ ^t^r. 2 e.] 

LoOi^OUt. {On rocks, ^.\ The enemy. 

Diaz. {Goes lip ladder. Looks off. \ They are descending 
from the upper pass ! We've been betrayed ! Up, men, and 
give them a reception ! {Men go up ladders R. and L.] There 
they come. Fire! [Guerillas fire. Ansiuering shots are 
fired off.\ Pick them off as they advance. [Men fire inde- 
pendejitly. Diaz catches a wounded man and helps him 
down. Others are wounded and leap or scramble down lad- 
ders Diaz goes to "^.1 Y.. and calls.] Jose, Cristobal. [They 
enter.] Let the women attend our wounded if they will, 
[Zq%^ exits. Lieut. C. .^^^^f up and directs )ne7i firing. They 
carry the wounded doivn to R. 2 E. Cora aiid Bess bandage 
heads, legs and arms.] 

D'az. [To Cora.] I didn't think you would do this for your 
enemies, 

Cora. The Red Cross knows neither friends nor enemies. 
We aid all who suffer, [Hutton enters R. 2 E. with his arms 
free. The firing contijtues both on and off.] 

Diaz. [Seeino him.] Not yet. [Fires revolver at Hutton, 
who sinks into Cora's arms.] 

Cora. Murderer ! [She ajid Bess attend Hutton, ivho ap- 
pears to be dead. Cannon have been heard close by. A big 
explosion occurs outside the barricade, which tumbles in as if 
a shell had struck it. Cheer heard off.] 

Diaz. There's only one way of escape, men. Follow me ! 
[Guerillas Jump from rocks R, and l.. as American soldiers, 
led by Lieut. FxSk, with bayonets fixed and cheering, enter c. 
Diaz rushes to L, 2 E,, followed by Spaniards, but is met by 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 5 I 

Merry, who otters with his sailors. Spaniards throw down 
their guns and kneel c. imploring mercy in dumb show. 
Lieut. Cristobal is offering his sword to lisk. Merry has 
his sword against Diaz's chest. 

CURTAIN. 



ACT IV. 

[Scene i. — An apartment in the Hotel 7 aeon, Santiago de 
Cuba. Fancy chamber with centre opening, curtained. 
Lighted lamp on table.' Second-class furniture. Hotel private 
sitting-room. At rise of curtain, Cora, in blue, and Ysobel, 
in red evening dress, discovered on balcony. 1 hey , enter 
through centre opening and come down c] 

Cora. Well, clear, this is a happy day for all of us, and our 
gallant boys have covered themselves with glory. The fall of 
Santiago will be remembered as long as the English language 
lasts. [Cheers and shouts heard off in distance. ^^ 

Yso. Not only are you Americans, and we Cubans, glad, 
but listen to the citizens. tIow they are cheering the regiments 
as they march into the town ! Seven out of every ten were 
hoping for an American victory, but dared not betray their 
sentiments. \Sits R. of table, L. C] 

Cora. I think everybody rejoices except the official classes 
who have robbed the poor people for years, and have grown so 
rich out of their sufferings. But what has become of Phillip ? 
He ought to rest, or he will get fever in that wound. 

Yso. So I told him, but he refused to do so until he had 
succeeded in releasing my poor old father from his prison, I 
am so anxious, dear, for fear — for lear death may have released 
him already. 

Cora. I trust not, Ysobel, most sincerely. I want to meet 
him and to tell him what a dear, fearless girl he has. [Kisses 
her.] 

Yso. Don't, Cora. I don't deserve such praise. 

Cora. If I stood on the balcony, there, and shouted your 
praises all day long, I couldn't do you justice. It was you who 
rescued me from the hands of that wretch in the mountain hut ; 
you who guided our brave boys through that secret upper pass, 



52 SANTIAGO ; OR, 

and enabled them to defeat Diaz at the. moment he felt himself 
most secure. 

Yso. Oh, psha 1 Let's talk about something else. What 
do you think they'll do to Diaz ? 

Cora. Take him back to Washington and try him for rob- 
bing the bank. Thanks to you, again, his own handwriting in 
that memorandum book will ensure his conviction. But where 
is Bess ? [Bess heard singing " Three Cheers for the Red, 
White and Blue " oJ'L.] 

Yso, Listen. There she is now. \They open door l.. 2 E. 
Bess enters, iji white evening dress, with American Jiag over 
her shoulder. She marches around until she has finished the 
stansa.\ Why, Bess, what are you going to do ? 

Bsss. \Up at steps.] I've just discovered that the pro- 
prietor of this hotel is the bitterest, meanest, measliest old 
Spaniard in town, and I'm going to show my colors and give 
him a pain in the back ot his neck — you see if I don't. 

B3V. [Enters door L. 2 E. with hammer and nails.^ Heah 
dey is, Missy, I done got um at last, but I mos' had to lick 
dat ol' Spaniel to do it. 

Bsss. Come right along and nail it up good and tight. If 
old Sancho — Pedro — High — Low — Jack — an/:l the Game, or 
whatever his name is, tries to hauUdown that flag he'll be in 
more trouble than Linares, Torral and Cervera all rolled into 
one. [Goes out 071 balcony followed by Bev. They nail flag, 
upright, to balustrade. Great cheering heard outside as soon 
as the flag is seen.] * 

Cora. [Upstage. Ysobel "ci^ith her.] Listen to them ! Vou 
could almost imagine yourself at a flag-raising at home on the 
4th of July. 

Yso. From this time forward, I hope, the 4th of July will be 
the greatest holiday in the year from one end of Cuba to the 
other. The proudest destiny my country can achieve is to be- 
come another star in the azure held of your Old Glory. 

PhiL [Enters door L. 2 E., with Antonio Carles, a ragged 
old man, with white hair and beard very much like Rip l^an 
Winkle after his long sleep.] Ysobel. [As they go c] 

-Yso. Phillip I [Going to him. Draws back, horror- 
stricken.] 

Carlos. [C] My child. [He is very feeble. Stretching 
out his hands.] 

Yso. Merciful heaven ! Can this be my father ? 

Carlos- [Sadly.] It is the w-reck of Antonio Carlos. — • 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 53 

Starved, half-mad with cruel treatment and anxiety, beaten and 
abused — I am still a living and a bitter testimony against 
Spanish misrule in my beloved Cuba. 

Yso. [Caressing hi7n.\ My poor, poor father! Thank 
Heaven we have found you still alive. \Seats him on so/a, r. 
Cora and Bess up c Phil., R. c ; Bev., down l.] 

Carlos. Some died — many were murdered — but I lived on 
to see my child again. 

Bev. {Aside.] If young Mars Phillip done get his way, 
reckon de ol' man gwan ter see his gran'chilluns, too. 

Yso. These are my dearest friends, father — Miss Bassett 
and Miss Walton. 

Bess. [As'/ie tries to rise.] No, no, don't get up, Senor, I 
beg. You are weak and ill. 

Carlos. [Rising.] A Cuban gentleman, Senora, must be 
ill indeed when he tails in his tribute to youth, beauty and 
those his daughter loves.^ [Kisses tJieir hands with stately 
politeness. To Cora.j So you are the sister ot the young 
Senor Lieutenant who sought me in that living tomb, and 
brought me forth to breathe once more the breath of freedom. 
[Bess a7id Ysobel bring an arm-chair from up stage.] 

Cora. Yes, Phillip is my brother, Senor. 

Carlos. Happy brother to have such a sister — happy sister 
to possess a brother who has shed his blood that tyranny might 
die and freedom live. [Sits in arm-chair. They place pillow s , 
footstools, etc., for him.[ 

Bev. [Aside to Phil.] Mars Phil — Mars Phil— dar's yo* 
chance. Hit him while he's feelin' good to'ds yo'. 

Phil. \Aside to Bev.] You shut up, will you ? I haven't 
asked her yet. 

Bev. Den yo's foolish. Golly ! I'd 'a' done that, 'vvay back 
yer in Washington las' winter, ef I was you. [Band heard off 
in distance, coming closer, playing " Marching through 
Georgia." Distajtt cheering heard. Bess and Cora go out 
on balcony, followed by Bev.] 

Phil. That's our regiment. I know the peculiar swing they 
give that tune. 

Yso. Phillip, have you told father yet ? 

Phil. No, Ysobel, not yet. I hadn't the courage until you 
were with me. 

Carlos. Say no more, my children. I already feel toward 
Senor Phillip as toward a son. [Taking their hands to Join 
them. Ysobel is R. and Phil. L. of his chair.] 



54 SANTIAGO ; OR, 

Yso. {Withdrawing her hand, confused,^ Oh, father- 
not that — -you have misunderstood. [Kneels beside him.'\ 

Fllil. Ysobel, let me confess the truth. Senor, I am not 
known here as PhilHp Walton, but under an assumed name in 
consequence of — of — a crime — but a crime for which, God 
knovvs, I have tried to atone. I have loved Ysobel since first 
we met, but because of my one false step I never told her so. 

Carlos. That v^^as honorable, my son. And what says my 
Ysobel 1 

Yso. I — I love him, father. [Hides her head on Carlos' 
breast.] 

Carlos. \Rises, raises Ysobel, and joins their hands.] He 
has atoned with his blood. His fault is blotted out forever. 
[Extends his hands in silent blessing.] Now I must rest. 
[Goes lip stage slowly. Ysobel and Pliil. kiss swiftly, then 
go up and conduct Carlos to door, R. 3 e. He exits. They go 
to c. as band passes balcony , followed by troops, ad. lib., band 
going away in the distance.] 

Bess. [On balcony.] See — look! There is Milton. He's 
left the line — he's coming in ! [Runs to door 1^.2 'E. and exits.] 

Bev. [Aside, coining down.] Re'ckon dey's gwine ter be 
one marriage in de fambly, anyhow, by the looks of things. Sho ! 
Dat boy Phillip must be crazy not to spring de proposition on 
dat ol' man befo' he gits his sto' clo'es on. He's feelin' good 
and humble in dem ol' rags, but we gits to feelin' ri-ght proudy, 
us Cubians does, when we's all fixed up an' togged out to kill. 
B'lieve dat boy wants assistance. Dat s what 1 b'lieve. \ Goes' 
tip.] Mars Phillip. Oh, Mars Phil ! 

Phil. [Coming down.] What is it, Beverly ? 

Bev. Say, Mars Phil , don't yo' s'pose I could sorter 'range 
dis yer mattah between you an' Miss Ysobel .'' 

Phil. How do you mean " arrange " it ? 

Bev. Why, yo's dead gone on de gal, an' de gal's dead gone 
on yo', an' de ol' man he's dead gone on de bofe of you, but 
yo's all kinder skeered to say so. Now, sposin' I des nachelly 
tell Missy Ysobel dat yo' 'low she's de onliest honeysuckle 
in de hull gyarden of gals, an' den, if she 'lows yo's mos' de 
onliest young hero in de ahmy, I goes to de ol' man an' sarter, 
kinder brokes de ice wid him ? 

Phil. You do it, and I'll break your neck. 

Bev. Why, Mars Phil— why— whaffo' yo' talk laik dat fo' ? 

Phil. Because it's all fixed, and everything's settled except 
naming the day. 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 55 

Bev. No ! Sho' ? Dohts got it all fixed up in dis little 
minute ? 

Phil. That's what I did. Now you hush up about it. [Goes 

Bev. Well, ifdat boy don't beat de debbil ! [Merry and 
Bess enter door, L. 2 E,] Sarvent, Mars Milton, sarvent, sah. 

Merry. Hello, Beverly, what's the news ? {Shaking hands.\ 

Bev. Don't let on I tol' you, now — dey's g-wine ter be a 
weddin' in de fambly. Yo' heah me, sah ? — dat's what I re- 
marked — a weddin'. 

Merry. Of course there is. That's no news, eh, Bess ? 
And we're not going to wait till we get home, either. 

Bess. Oh, Milton — I never said so. 

Merry. But you're going to. We'll just bring this little 
event otf next Monday night, as sure as you're a foot high. 

Bess. I object. 

Merry. What's your objection ? 

Bess. Why do you want to wait so long ? [He puts his 
arm around her. They go up stage, laughing^] 

Bev. Well, bress de Lawd — dat's two of um. [Hutton, with 
head bandaged, enters door R. 2 E.] Why, Mars Hutton ! 
How is yo', sah ? How's yo' wound ? 

Hut. Nearly well. It stunned me, that was all. Where's 
Miss Cora ? 

Cora. [Seeing him.'] Oscar! [Comes dowji rapidly.] Oh, 
I'm so glad ! 

Hut. Darling ! [They embrace and then go out 071 bal- 
cony.] 

Bev. [Aside.] An' dat's free of um ! Well bress mah 
black Baptis' soul ! Dis yer fambly gwine ter hab weddin's to 
loan out to dey friends ! [Corny enters door, L. 2 e.] Hello, 
Irish. 

Corny. Hello, Spanish licorish. 

Bev. Don't yo' call me no Spaniel — I's a Cubian, sah, an" 
proud of it. Don't yo' call me no Spaniel. 

Corny. Oh, I was only jokin', man dear. 

Bev. Well, dat's no joke to call a 'spectable man a Spaniel, 
des times. No, sah — no joke at all. Dat's what I remarked. 
Yo' heah me ? 

Corny. Oh, I heard you. I'm not blind. Where's the 
Captain } 

Bev. Out on de balcony, engaged wid Missy Cora in some 
mos' pahticulah business an' cain't be 'sturbed, nohow. 



56 SANTIAGO ; OR, 

Corny. Well, I've got to see him at once. There's the divil 
to pay. [Sfarts to go up. Bev. holds him.] 

Bev. Hoi' on. Ue Capting done tol' me he'd break ebery 
bone in mah brack hide it' I let him be 'sturbed lo' de nex' half 
hour, an' his time's not up. [Aside.] Dem lovyers not gwine 
ter be 'sturbed if /can help it. 

Corny. I've got to see him, I tell you. Lave go me. 
[Wrenches away bufR^Y. catches him again.] 

Bev. Hoi' on ! Say, when's yo' gwine ter git married, 
Irish ? 

Corny. Marry the divil. What would the likes of me want 
to get married for ? 

Bev. Oh, I don't know. Everybody's gittin' married — ■ 
Missy Cora an' Mars Hutton, Missy Ysobel an' young Mars 
Phillip, Missy Bess an' young Mars Milton, an', by golly, I's 
gwine ter look out fo' a nice, 'spectable widder lady my own 
self. 

Corny. [Breaks away. Going up.] Captain, where are yez .? 

Hut. [Entering from balcony.] What is it, Corny ? 

Corny. Sure, sir, there's the divil to pay an' no pitch hot. 
[The others enter C] 

Hut. [Coming down.] What has happened ? 

Corny. That villain, Diaz, broke away from his guards as 
they were takin' him to lock him up, an' Liftinant Fisk is nearly 
wild wid rage. 

Hut. What has he done ? [This bri7igs everybody well 
dowtt, much interested.] 

Corny. Sint the entire company out to chase him, an' the 
byes arc on his track. They've caught sight of him twice, but 
he runs like a deer an' doubles like a fox. [Shouts and clamor 
heard outside, coining closer.] 

Hut. I'll go at once and see if anything further can be done. 
I wouldn't have that scoundrel escape for ten thousand dollars. 
[Going L.] 

Merry. [As the clamor grows louder.] Listen — a hue and 
cry coming down the street ! [Goes up toward steps, wheji 
Diaz climbs over the balco?iy ajtd dashes into the room like a 
huftted animal. This brings him past .Merry, i^'ho gets be- 
tweeji him aiid c. opening.] 

Everybody. Diaz ! 

Diaz. [Seeing Corny, R. c., and Hutton, l.] You — and 
you ! Stand back, for I'll sell my life as dearly as possible ! 
[Draws revolver as Hutton starts for him and starts backing 



FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 57 

up toward steps c. Merry springs on him and gets revolver, 
pointing it at him. Diaz dashes at door, R. 3 E. Carlos enters 
ajid points at him accusingly. Diaz recoils in horror.] Santa 
Mana ! The ghost of Antonio Carlos — who died in prison. 
[Backing do2un stage, little by little, followed /^j^ Carlos still in 
the same attitude aiid gazing fixedly at him.^^ Don't look at 
me with those terrible eyes — take them off — take them off. 
[Shrieks and falls C, Clamor o^itside. Soldiers enter Q.. from 
balcony.] 

Hut. [L. C.J Here is your prisoner. [Coiny and soldiers 
pick him tcp.] 

Diaz. [Recovering from his faint.'] Trapped ! It is real — 
he is alive— curse him — curse you all. How I hate you ! 

Hut. Silence ! Take him away, and see that he doesn't 
escape again. 

Corny. If he gets away from me, I'll give him my blessin'. 
Here — hould out your tishts. [Takes handctiffs from pocket.] 
Sure I borryed thim from a jondarmy \gendar7ne] widout axin' 
his lave, be raison I can't talk Cubebs. But, begorra, I had a 
notion I'd fall in wid you before the night was over. [Hajid- 
cuffs hiin.] There, ye divil, axin' the ladies' pardon. I only 
wisht I had another pair on your legs. Come on, Bev, till I 
trate you to a glass of ice wather on the stren'th of it. For- 
ward — march. [Exit Corny, Bev., Diaz and soldiers, door i,. 

2 E.] 

Cora. [C. 7uith Hutton.] He's gone, dearest — the only jar- 
ring note in the music of to-day. 

Bess. [Seated R. of table, L. c.,with Merry, hanging over 
her chair.] Very well, then, if you're in such an awful hurry, 
and don't care whether I have a stitch of clothes to my back or 
not, let it be to-morrow and get it over. 

Lieut. Fisk. [Knocks outside a?id opens door, L. 2 E.] Ex- 
cuse me if I intrude. Captain, but they told me I'd find you here. 
Busy ? 

Hut. [Gla7ici7ig at QQX2i.] Rather. What is it ? 

Lieut. Fisk. Come in. Lieutenant. [Lieut. C. enters. 
Salutes.] Lieutenant Cristobal tells me you promised him a 
parole. 

Hut. I did. Come here, sir. [Cristobal advances to L. C] 
I want to take the hand of a brave and honest man. [Shakes 
hands.] 

Cora. And I, of an enemy who proved our truest friend. 
[Shakes hands.] 



58 SANTIAGO : OR, 

Hut. Is this the dawn of peace ? I hope so with all my 
heart. [Carlos is seated in arm-chair, R. C. Ysobel sits 07i a 
stool at his feet and 'SWSx^ stands l.. of his chair. Cora is 
c. with Hutton on her R., rt;zrt^ Cristobal on her L. Bess sits 
L. of table, andMeVYJ hangs over her chair. Fisk is at the 
door. Beverly enters froju balcony. Soldiers follow him.] 

Bev. Oh, Mars Hutton, I couldn't stop urn, sah. 'Deed I 
couldn't. Dey was bent on comin'. 

Hut. Who ? 

Bev. Why, de boys of yo* company, sah. Dey des nachelly 
boun' to drink de health of all de brides, sah. Dat Irishman 
done tol' um. 

Hut. Come in, boys, and welcome. You'll never w^ish long 
life and happiness to three prettier, sweeter, truer girls in 
the world than those who typify to-night the red, white and blue. 
S^Soldiers cheer and enter. Band on balco7iy plays chorus of 
''Red, White and Blue,'' and all siftg it as curtain descends.'] 



_ THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY'S CATALOBUt 

NEW PLAYS, 1897-98. 

The First Kiss. 

Comedy in One Act, 

BY 

MAURICE HAGEMAN, 

Author "By Telephone," "A Crazy Idea," Etc. 
One male, one female characters. Plays twenty minutes. 
Scene, a handsomely furnished room. Costumes, afternoon 
dress of to-day. This sketch presents an entirely new plot, 
with novel situations and business. The fun is continuous 
and the dialog-ue brig-ht and refined. Price, 15 cents. 



Bird's Island. 



Drama in Four Acts, 

BY 

MRS. SALLIE F. TOLER. 

Author of " Handicapped," Etc. 
Five male (may be played with four), four female char- 
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costumes of to-day. Plays two and one-half hours. This is 
oae of the strong-est dramas since "Kast L<ynne." Thrilling- 
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The drama is strong in character parts, the plot including- a 
blind man, an E^nglishman, who is not slow in every sense of 
the word, an Irishman, a Scotchwoman, a Creole maid and a 
charming- soubrette, all of whom are star parts. The profes- 
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amateurs can easily produce it. Price, 25 cents. 



Hector. 



Farce in One Act, 

BY 

MAURICE HAGEMAN. 

Author of " First Ki68," "A Crazy Idea," Etc. 
Six male, two female characters. Plays forty-five minutes. 
Costumes, one messeng-er boy's, man and woman servants, a 
dudish young- man, a flashy Hebrew, and lady and g-entle- 
man's street dress. Scene, a well furnished reception room. 
This farce has been a great success among professionals. 
The situations are so funny they can not be spoiled by the 
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idea of the plot of the play, but need not be seen at any 
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THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY'S GATALOGIH 

NEW PLAYS, 1891-98. 

Diamonds and Hearts, 

Comedy Drama in Three Acts, 

BY 

EFFIE W. MERRIMAN. 

Author of " Socials," " Pair of Artists," " Maud Muller," Etc., Etc. 

Pour male, five female characters. Plays two hours. Cos- 
tumes of to-day for house and street. Three interior scenes. 
Eiach character in this play is original and life-like. The 
three pretty young ladies have each a marked individuality, 
as have also the young doctor and young villain. The bach- 
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lovable man and the scene in his home with his equally at- 
tractive sister is one of the strongest in the play. The drama 
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An American Harem, 

Comedietta in One Act. 

Two male, five female characters. Plays twenty minutes. 
Costumes are ordinary street dress, except travelling suit for 
one man and very elaborate house dress for the servant. 
Scene, a handsomely furnished parlor. Prank's young wife 
suddenly disappears from home in a fit of temper, at the same 
time that his old college chum as suddenly appears to pay him 
a visit. His Irish servant, his mother, his sister and his 
cousin, with the best intentions of helping him out of the 
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It is easily staged as no scenery is required and the cos- 
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THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY'S CATALOGUE 

NEW PLAYS, 189-7-98. 

A Modern Proposal, 

Duologue in One Act, 

BY 

MARSDEN BROWN, 

Author of, "A Bold Stratagem," "A Passing Cloud," Etc. 

One male, one female characters. A drawing'-room scene. 
Costumes should be ordinary evening- dress. Plays fifteen 
minutes. The best performers will welcome this two part 
comeay with the greatest cordiality. It is entirely new and 
very novel in situation and dialogue. All the changes seemed 
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A Crazy Idea, 

Comedy in Four Acts, 

BY 

MAURICE HAGEMAN, 

Ten male, eight female characters. Costumes of to-day. 
One interior scene. Plays two and one-half hours. A jealous 
husband suddenly decides to put his house in the care of his 
nephew and take his wife and daughter to travel because he is 
possessed of the idea that his wife has a lover. The 
nephew is impecunious and a young colored friend persuades 
him to rent the house to roomers and take him for a servant. 
The fun then begins. Each lodger is a strong- character part 
and they get themselves and their landlord and his servant into 
most amusing scrapes. However all ends well. 

The one scene required makes it a play easily produced on 
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very strong- and keeps every audience in roars of laughter 
from beginning to end. There is no better comedy written 
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THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY'S CATALOGUE 

NEW PLAYS, 1897-98. 

All Due to the Management. 

A Monologue for a Qentlemun, 

BY 

HELEN M. LOCKE. 

Author of " A Victim of Woman's Rights," Etc. 
Plays fifteen minutes. Scene, a comfortable sitting--room 
with a writing- table. Costume, first overcoat and hat, which 
when removed discloses a plain sack suit. A gentleman is 
left at home by his wife to keep house while she is in the 
country resting-. He attempts to write a magazine article 
while attending to his household duties. The result is a 
wrecking of his self complacency, his work as an author and 
the tidiness of the house. He finally leaves to recuperate 
with his wife in the country. It is an A 1 monologue. Price, 
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A Pair of Lunatics, 

A Dramatic Sketch in One Act, 

BY 

W. R. WALKES. 

Author of "Villain and Victim," '-Rain Clonds," Etc., Etc 
One male, one female characters. Plays fifteen minutes. 
Scene, a back parlor. Ordinary evening dress. This is among 
the most successful two-part sketches used at present. It is 
full of action and bright dialogue. The two characters mis- 
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A Passing Cloud. 

A Monologue for a Lady. 

BY 

MARSDEN BROWN, 

Author "Bold stratagem," "A 3Iodern Proposal," Etc. 
Plays fifteen minutes. Handsome dinner costume and 
any pretty room, A handsome j^oung woman is dressed for a 
dinner at her mother's house, and is waiting for her husband 
to return from business to accompany her. He is detained 
far beyond the time at which she expects him to arrive and 
she passes through a succession of emotions inconsequence. 
This monologue can be presented before the most critical 
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THE DRAMATID PUBLISHING COMPANY'S CATAIOBUE 

NE W PL A YS, 1897-98. 

Conrad, 

OR, 

The Hand of a Friend. 

Drama in Three Acts, 

BT 

FRANK DUMONT. 

Anthor of " Undertaker's Daughter," " Too Little Vagrants," Etc. 

Ten male, two female and one child characters. Plays 
two and one-half hours. Two exterior, one interior of hut 
scenes. Costumes modern and wild-western. This western 
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It has been a most successful professional drama and pleases 
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of a competent man may be made a star part, for he is given 
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other strong characters. The Irish Servant and leading woman 
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By Telephone. 



Sketch in One AcU 

BY 

MAURICE HAGEMAN. 

One male, one female characters. Plays twenty minutes. 
Scene, a handsome room. Costumes of to-day, the gentleman 
any suit except evening dress; the lady, any elegant costume. 
This strong little comedy sketch is full of action and new 
business, full directions for which are given in the book of 
the play. The dialogue is refined and brilliant and will please 
all audiences. A wealthy young society man is introduced to 
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photographer. A mutual interest is developed and the scene 
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"by telephone." The situation it will be seen is new and 
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THE DBAWATIC PUBLISHIWC COIVIPANY'S CATAIOBUE 

NEW PLAYS, 1897-98, 

Our Starry Banner, 

Original Patriotic Drama in Five Acts, 

BY 

J. A. FRASER, JR., 

Author of "A Noble Outcast," "Modern Ananias," "Merry Cobbler," Etc. 

Fifteen male, four female characters. Plays an entire 
evening. Costumes military and of the time of 1864. Three 
exterior, one interior scenes. By judicious doubling- this 
piece can be played by eleven male and four female characters. 
The plot of this play is a romantic and absorbing- story of the 
civil war. It is full of patriotism and the spirit of 1864, but 
there is nothing- cheap or tawdry in either sentiment or plot. 
The author says: " The parts are all excellent and the leads 
are all on an absolute equality, Madg-e, Paul, Blackleig-h, 
Dooley, the Squire, Judy, Millie and Will leaving- little choice. 
Military organizations and Grand Army Posts will find this 
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see in Madge the only stage heroine who does justice to the 
noble part played by our women during these four years of 
untold anguish.'* 

The piece affords a wealth of spectacular effect, at little 
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band or fife and drum corps will add much to the effectiveness 
of Acts I and II. Price, 25 cents. 



Joe, 



Comedy of Child Life in Two Acta, 

BY 

CHARLES BARNARD, 

Author of " County Fair," Etc. 

Three male, eight female characters. Plays forty-five 
minutes. One interior and one exterior scenes. Costumes of 
to-day. This charming comedy introduces two mothers and 
nine children, from six to fourteen years of age. Micky 
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